Of Silvia.

OUr sighs are heard, just Heav'n declares
The sense it has of lovers cares:
She that so far the rest out-shin'd,
Silvia the fair whiles she was kind;
As if her frowns impair'd her brow,
Seems only not unhandsome now:
So when the sky makes us endure
A storm, it self becomes obscure.

Hence 'tis that I conceal my flame,
Hiding from Flavia's self her name:
Lest she provoking Heaven should prove
How it rewards neglected love.
Better a thousand such as I
Their grief untold should pine and die;
Then her bright morning over-cast
With sullen clouds should be de…ac't.