escapelle

He finds the fury of his flames asswag'd,
But, seeing Escapelle there, again they rag'd.
Blushes, and paleness did by turns invade
His tender cheeks, and secret grief betray'd.
As fire, that sleeping under ashes lyes,
Fresh-blown, and rous'd, does up in blazes rise,
So flam'd the virgin's breast-
New kindled by his lover's sparkling eyes.