John Dryden

“ Cortez discovered bound: Almeria talking with him.
Alm. I come not now your constancy to prove;
You may believe me when I say I love.
Cort. You have too well instructed me before
In your intentions, to believe you more. ”

“ Fate makes you deaf, while I in vain implore;—
My heart forebodes, I ne'er shall see you more:
I have but one request,—when I am dead,
Let not my rival to your love succeed.
Cort. Fate will be kinder than your fears foretell ”

“ The winged fire shoots swiftly through the sky,
Strikes and consumes, ere scarce it does appear,
And by the sudden ill prevents the fear:
Such is my state in this amazing woe,
It leaves no power to think, much less to do. ”