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 Raged in his bosom. O what grief did fill him! Sight made him sick, and want of sight did kill him. The virgins wonder'd where Diætia staid, For so did Hymen term himself a maid: At length with sickly looks he greeted them: 'Tis strange to see 'gainst what an extreme stream A lover strives; poor Hymen look'd so ill, That as in merit he increased still, By suffering much, so he in grace decreas'd. Women are most won, when men merit least: If Merit look not well, Love bids stand by; Love's special lesson is to please the eye. And Hymen soon recovering all he lost, Deceiving still these maids, but himself most. His love and he with many virgin dames, Noble by birth, noble by beauty's flames, Leaving the town with songs and hallow'd lights, To do great Ceres Eleusina rites Of zealous sacrifice, were made a prey To barbarous rovers that in ambush lay, And with rude hand enforc'd their shining spoil, Far from the darken'd city, tir'd with toil. And when the yellow issue of the sky Came trooping forth, jealous of cruelty