"But when the Golden-thron’d Aurora made Tithonus Partner of her rosie Bed, (Tithonus too was of the Trojan Line, Resembling Gods in Face and Form Divine) For him she strait the Thunderer address’d, That with perpetual Life he might be bless’d: Jove heard her Pray’r, and granted her Request. But ah! how rash was she, how indiscreet! The most material Blessing to omit; Neglecting, or not thinking to provide, That Length of Days might be with Strength supply’d; And to her Lover’s endless Life, engage An endless Youth, incapable of Age. But hear what Fate befell this heav’nly Fair, In Gold enthron’d, the brightest Child of Air. Tithonus, while of pleasing Youth possess’d, Is by Aurora with Delight caress’d; Dear to her Arms, he in her Court resides, Beyond the Verge of Earth, and Ocean’s utmoft Tides, But, when she saw grey Hairs begin to spread, Deform his Beard, and disadorn his Head, The Goddess cold in her Embraces grew, His Arms declin’d, and from his Bed withdrew; Yet still a kind of nursing Care the show’d, And Food ambrosial, and rich Cloaths bestow’d: But when of Age he felt the sad Extream, And ev’ry Nerve was shrunk, and Limb was lame, Lock’d in a Room her useless Spouse she left, Of Youth, of Vigour, and of Voice bereft."