From the Italian

In the enchanted Cyprian Island, stood
A Regal Palace, Love's imperial seat:
There I, a vassal at my Liege's feet,
In a petition's form the Monarch sued;
But with no arts of rhetorick endued.
" It 's now (the paper said) it 's now complete;
" My thirtieth year, since after my defeat
" I serv'd — and worship'd thee: — my peace renew'd,
" But as thy gift, is what I ask. " — He took
The paper in his hand, but would not read,
And threw it scornfully at me . " To Death
" Give it! (he said) for he alone can look
" At thy complaint! with him you 'll intercede —
" For me shall be reserv'd your parting breath. "
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