and the Fair
Torrents, half exhausted are.
and the cooler Stream
Of  now like boyling  Steam;
and the flowing Gold,
That in the Rich  roul'd:
The  Mourn; their  who, as they dye
In Charming  breath their own
Deep, in his utmost Subterranean
hides his
cracks, to  descend the hated
And Plague the  with worse extreams:
The exhausted  leaves a  of
Nor does vext  one cool  command.
He has lost his share of the grand
And vainly lifts his  high.
The Lovely Sisters melt upon the
While Aged  tares her Silver
The  dye; the  vainly dive
In scalding  to keep themselves alive.
As much the Goddess of the  distrest,
With trembling  the King of Gods addrest;