'To thee, to thee, my heaved-up hands appeal, (639)
Not to seducing lust, thy rash relier: (640)
I sue for exiled majesty's repeal; (641)
Let him return, and flattering thoughts retire: (642)
His true respect will prison false desire,
And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne, (644)
That thou shalt see thy state and pity mine.'