And many surly stoics, theirs he pull'd

And many surly stoics, theirs he pull'd; Whose proudest humours having drained out, He blended in a large and polish'd mould; Which up he fill'd with what from Heaven he brought, In extract of those looks of Lucifer, In which against his God he breathed war.

Then to the North, that glassy kingdom, where Establish'd frost and ice for ever reign, He sped his course, and meeting Boreas there, Pray'd him this liquid mixture to restrain. When lo! as Boreas oped his mouth and blew For his command, the slime all solid grew.

Thus was the mirror forged, and contain'd The vigour of those self-admiring eyes Agenor's witchcraft into it had strain'd; A dangerous juncture of proud fallacies; Whose fair looks so inamour'd him, that he Thrice having kiss'd it, nam'd it Philanty.

Inchanted Psyche ravish'd was to see The Glass herself upon herself reflect With trebled majesty. The sun, when he Is by Aurora's roseat fingers deckt,

Views not his repercussed self so fair Upon the eastern main, as she did here.