This vengeance Time hath brought thee; and thy foe

This vengeance Time hath brought thee; and thy foe, Should she, too, rise with envy in her breast, Would see thee throned with mercy in the best And purest heart that ever beat below The purple of a Queen; whose veins are warm With that same blood that gave the beauteous glow To thine own cheeks. In her still lives the charm, For which, in spite of all, men worshipped thee,— Refined by honour, truth and purity.