And form a soft Embrace.
But since I've seen the real Swain,
And try'd to fancy him again,
I'm by my Fancy taught,
Though 'tis a Bliss no Tongue can tell,
To have Alexis, yet 'tis Hell
To have him but in Thought.

The Song ended grieved Hippolito that it was so soon ended; and in the
Ecstacy he was then rapt, I believe he would have been satisfied to have
expired with it. He could not help Flattering himself, (though at the
same Time he checked his own Vanity) that he was the Person meant in the
Song. While he was indulging which thought, to his happy Astonishment,
he heard it encouraged by these Words:

'Unhappy Leonora (said she) how is thy poor unwary Heart misled? Whither
am I come? The false deluding Lights of an imaginary Flame, have led me,
a poor benighted Victim, to a real Fire. I burn and am consumed with
hopeless Love; those Beams in whose soft temperate warmth I wanton'd
heretofore, now flash destruction to my Soul, my Treacherous greedy Eyes
have suck'd the glaring Light, they have united all its Rays, and, like a
burning-Glass, convey'd the pointed Meteor to my Heart--Ah! Aurelian, how
quickly hast thou Conquer'd, and how quickly must thou Forsake. Oh Happy
(to me unfortunately Happy) Juliana! I am to be the subject of thy
Triumph--To thee Aurelian comes laden with the Tribute of my Heart and
Glories in the Oblation of his broken Vows.--What then, is Aurelian
False! False! alass, I know not what I say; How can he be False, or
True, or any Thing to me? What Promises did he ere make or I receive?
Sure I dream, or I am mad, and fansie it to be Love; Foolish Girl, recal
thy banish'd Reason.--Ah! would it were no more, would I could rave, sure