LETTER XXXII.

O MOON of the heaven of goodness! O cypress of the gar­den of affection! O Light of the eye of lovers! O joy of the affectionate heart! Out of your benignity and kindness you promised to enlighten the cell of my melancholy, with the ray of your exhilarating presence. Verily since that time the eye of hope is upon the high road of expectation.

DISTICH.
“Since the days you said I will come mine eye is upon the road;
“Why do you burn me with the caustic of expectation? Why dont you come?”

If agreeable to your promise you should give, by a joyful sight of you, illuminating brightness to the longing eye of your friends no wonder at the excess of your kindness.

DISTICH.
“Come, come, for I love you with an hundred souls.
“Come for I am torn from myself and united with thee.”