Chapter 74 No.74

If when the God of Day retires,

The Pride of all the Spring decays and dies:

Wanting those Life-begetting Fires

From whence they draw their Excellencies;

Each little Flower hangs down its Gawdy Head,

Losing the Luster which it did Retain;

No longer will its fragrant face be spread,

But Languishes into a Bud again:

So with th