Salicio

No! ravishment is mine At this strange tale divine, So well set forth by thy enchanting tongue; Within my breast I felt, Long as thine accents dwelt On the rare virtues of a prince so young, My throbbing heart beat higher, And glow with the desire To contemplate him present—the foretold Of Fame, whose visnomy, Though absent from mine eye, By thy divine account I now behold: Who but must wish to see the storied scrolls, Since o'er the lively urn the silent billow rolls! After what thou hast told, Religiously I hold The opinion that Severo's powers can shed Light on the clouded brain, Albanio's frenzy chain, Health to the sick, and almost to the dead Give being; it is just We put our perfect trust In him to whom such secrets were revealed, As one whose skilful hand Disorders can withstand, Bid ev'n disease itself fresh vigour yield, And by his subtle wisdom quickly raise To bloom whatever droops, or sickens, or decays.