Song on a Lady Indisposed

Flavia's eyes, like fires suppress'd, More fiercely flame again; Nor can her beauty be decreas'd, Nor alter'd by her pain.

Those various charms which round her play, And do her face adorn, Still as they ripen, fall away, Fresh beauties still are born.

So doth it with the lovers fare, Who do the dame adore, One fit of love kill'd by despair, Another rages more.