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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 295 �A soft and secret falling tear, �A tender thought but half expresst, Whilst am'rous looks, allay' d with fear, �And glowing blushes, speak the rest. �Oh! still to me, addresse such fires, �As were beneath the Mirtles known, E're men had learn'd to feign desires, 20 �Or Women, proud, or false, were grown. �For since to Courts, and Cittys come, Wealth, thy declining pow'r invades, �And Vanity usurps thy room, �Unknown to Innocence and shades. �Car. See, itt has brought him [Aside. �Now you may retire. [Exit musician. �Enter Blanfort �Blan. I come, Carino, drawn by thy sweet notes, Which through the grove, take their harmonious way, Whilst hov'ring Cupids hang upon the air, 30 �And catch the feathered sounds, to wing their arrows. But tell me, Youth, why doest thou seek retirement? The dark, and gloomy corners of the world, Were only made, for sad, and sighing lovers. Of these, thou art not one, I hope thou art not, For in that name, all misery's comprised. [He sighs. �Car. Alas! my lord, I greive to hear you sigh, For one, that does the precious breath dispise, And thinks her shrine, too glorious for such incense. But, did you never Love, my Lord, till now, 40 �Nor taste the pleasing part, of that sweet passion? Methinks, this place to confidence invites. And I cou'd here unfold my secrett thoughts, Were but your bosome, willing to receive them, ��� �