[Which while Karolin sings, Aeglamour reads.
     Though I am young, and cannot tell,
         Either what Death, or Love is well,
     Yet I have heard, they both bear Darts,
         And both do aim at Humane Hearts:
     And then again, I have been told,
         Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;
     So that I fear they do but bring
         Extreams to touch, and mean one thing.

     As in a Ruine, we it call,
         One thing to be blown up, or fall;
     Or to our end, like way may have,
         By a flash of Lightning, or a Wave:
     So Loves inflamed Shaft, or Brand,
         May kill as soon as Death's cold Hand;
     Except Loves Fires the Vertue have
         To fright The Frost out of the Grave.

    AEg. Do you think so? are you in that good Heresie?
I mean Opinion? If you be, say nothing:
I'll study it, as a new Philosophy,

But by my self alone:Now you shall leave me.
Some of these Nymphs, here, will reward you; this,
This pretty Maid, although but with a kiss,
         [He forces Amie to kiss him.
Liv'd my Earine, you should have Twenty:
For every Line here, one I would allow 'em
From mine own Store, The Treasure I had in her:
Now I am poor as you.    Kar. And I a Wretch!
    Cla. Yet keep an Eye upon him, Karolin.
         [AEglamour goes out, and Karolin follows him.
Mel. Alas! that ever such a genrous Spirit,
As AEglamour's, should sink by such a loss!
    Cla. The truest Lovers are least fortunate,
Look all their Lives, and Legends, what they call
The Lovers Scriptures, Heliodores, or Tatii!
Longi! Eustathii! Prodomi! you'll find it!
What think you, Father?     Alk. I have known some few,
And read of more, wh'have had their dose, and deep,
Of these sharp bitter-sweets.     Lio. But what is this
To jolly Robin, who the Story is,
Of all beatitude in Love?     Cla. And told
Here every day, with wonder on the World.
    Lio. And with Fame's Voice.
    Alk. Save that some folk delight
To blend all good of others, with some spight.
    Cla. He, and his Marian, are the Sum and Talk
Of all, that breathe here in the Green-Wood Walk.
    Mel. Or Be'voir Vale?
    Kar. The Turtles of the Wood.
    Cla. The billing Pair.     Alk. And so are understood
For simple Loves, and sampled Lives beside.
    Mel. Faith, so much Vertue should not be envi'd.
    Alk. Better be so than pitied, Mellifleur!
For 'gainst all Envy, vertue is a Cure;
But wretched Pity ever calls on Scorns.
The Deer's brought home: I hear it by their Horns.