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Ah, lovely Amoret! the care

Of all that know what's good or fair!

Is heaven become our rival too?

Had the rich gifts conferr'd on you

So amply thence, the common end

Of giving lovers—to pretend?

Hence, to this pining sickness (meant

To weary thee to a consent

Of leaving us) no power is given 9

Thy beauties to impair; for heaven

Solicits thee with such a care,

As roses from their stalks we tear,

When we would still preserve them new

And fresh, as on the bush they grew.

With such a grace you entertain,

And look with such contempt on pain,

That languishing you conquer more,

And wound us deeper than before.

So lightnings which in storms appear,

Scorch more than when the skies are clear. 20

And as pale sickness does invade

Your frailer part, the breaches made

In that fair lodging, still more clear

Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.

So nymphs o'er pathless mountains borne,

Their light robes by the brambles torn

From their fair limbs, exposing new

And unknown beauties to the view

Of following gods, increase their flame

And haste to catch the flying game. 30