Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.

Yet Beauty, Though Injurious, Hath Strange Power, After Offence Returning, To Regain Love Once Possess'd.

Perplexed And Troubled At His Bad Success The Tempter Stood, Nor Had What To Reply, Discovered In His Fraud, Thrown From His Hope.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.