Glance , The Analysis

Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure

From the next glance a double calenture

Of fire and lust! Two flames, two Semeles,

Dwell in those eyes, whose looser glowing rays

Would thaw the frozen Russian into lust,

And parch tile negro's hotter blood to dust.

Dart not your bllls of wild-fire here; go throw

Those flakes upon the eunuch's colder snow,

Till he in active blood do boil as high

As he that made him so in jealousy.

When that loose queen of love did dress her eyes

In the most taking flame to the prize

At Ida; that faint glare to this desire

Burnt like a taper to the zone of fire:

And could she then the lustful youth have crowned

With thee his Helen, Troy had never found

Her fate in Sinon's fire; thy hotter eyes

Had made it burn a quicker sacrifice

To lust, whilst every glance in subtle wiles

Had shot itself like lightning through the piles.

Go blow upon some equal blood, and let

Earth's hotter ray engender and beget

New flames to dress the aged Paphians' quire,

And lend the world new Cupids borne on fire.

Dart no more here, those flatmes, nor strive to throw

Your fire on him who is immured in snow!

Those glances work on me like the weak shine

The frosty sun throws on the Appenine,

When the hill's active coldness doth go near

To freeze the glimmering taper to his sphere:

Each ray is lost on me, like the faint light

The glow-worm shoots at the cold breast of night.

Thus virtue can secure; but for that name

I had been now sin's martyr, and your flame.

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