The Night

A Dialogue

Chariessa

What if Night
Should betray us, and reveal
To the light
All the pleasures that we steal?

Philocharis

Fairest, we
Safely may this fear despise;
How can She
See our actions who wants eyes?

Chariessa

Each dimne starre
And the clearer lights we know
Nights eyes are;
They were blind that thought her so:

Philocharis

Those pale fires
Onely burn to yield a light
T'our desires,
And though blind, to give us sight.

Chariessa

By this shade
That surrounds us might our flame
Be betraid,
And the day disclose its name.

Philocharis

Dearest Fair,
These dark witnesses we finde
Silent are,
Night is dumb as well as blinde.

Chorus

Then whilst these black shades conceal us,
We will scorn
Th'envious Morn,
And the Sun that would reveal us.
Our flames, shall thus their mutual light betray,
And night, with these joys crown'd outshine the day.
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