[...] Tell me Thirsis, tell your anguish, why you sigh, and why you languish; when [...]the Nymph whom you adore, Grants the blessing of possessing, what can Love [...]and I do more? Love and I, what can Love and I do more? what can Love and [...]I do more? Think 'tis Love beyond all measure, makes me faint away with [...]pleasure, strength of Cordials may destroy, and the blessing of possessing, kills [...]me with excess of joy. Thirsis how can I believe you, but confess and I'le forgive [...]you; Men are false and so are you, never Nature fram'd a Creature, to enjoy and [...]yet be true. Thirsis how can I believe you, but confess and I'le forgive you; Men [...]are false and so are you; never Nature fram'd a creature, to enjoy and yet be true. [...]Mine's a flame beyond expiring, still possessing, still desiring, fit for Loves Imperial [...]Crown; ever shining, and refining, still the more 'tis melted down.