feed pitiless Love in thy bosom, knewest thou not that he was being
fed for thy woe? knewest thou not? Know now his repayment, a fair
foster-hire! take it, fire and cold snow together. Thou wouldst have
it so; bear the pain; thou sufferest the wages of thy work, scorched
with his burning honey.


LXXVI
THE SCULPTOR OF SOULS
MELEAGER

Within my heart Love himself has moulded Heliodora with her lovely
voice, the soul of my soul.


LXXVII
LOVE'S IMMORTALITY
STRATO

Who may know if a loved one passes the prime, while ever with him and
never left alone? who may not satisfy to-day who satisfied yesterday?
and if he did satisfy, what should befall him not to satisfy
to-morrow?



CHAPTER II

PRAYERS AND DEDICATIONS