John Dryden

“ Enter Montezuma, out of breath, with him Alibech, and an Indian.
Mont. All's lost!—
Our foes with lightning and with thunder fight;
My men in vain shun death by shameful flight:
For deaths invisible come winged with fire,
They hear a dreadful noise, and straight expire. ”

“ Ill fate for me unjustly you provide,
Great souls are sparks of your own heavenly pride:
That lust of power we from your god-heads have,
You 're bound to please those appetites you gave.
Enter Vasquez and Pizarro, with Spaniards.
Vasq. Pizarro, I have hunted hard to-day,
Into our toils, the noblest of the prey;
Seize on the king, and him your prisoner make,
While I, in kind revenge, my taker take. ”

“ And, ere we kindness find, first meet disdain.
Cyd. If women love, they needless pains endure;
Their pride and folly but delay their cure.
Cort. What you miscall their folly, is their care;
They know how fickle common lovers are:
Their oaths and vows are cautiously believed,
For few there are but have been once deceived.
Cyd. But if they are not trusted when they vow,
What other marks of passion can they show?
Cort. With feasts, and music, all that brings delight,
Men treat their ears, their palates, and their sight ”