William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Song: ‘See, see, she wakes, Sabina wakes!’William Congreve (1670–1729)
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And now the sun begins to rise;
Less glorious is the morn that breaks
From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.
But different fates ere night fulfil;
How many by his warmth will live!
How many will her coldness kill!