Meantime his lovesick hostess' messengerTalks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart(Flames lit for you, not her!)With a besieger's art;Shows how a treacherous woman's lying breathOnce on a time on trustful Proetus wonTo doom to early deathToo chaste Bellerophon;Warns him of Peleus' peril, all but slainFor virtuous scorn of fair Hippolyta,And tells again each taleThat e'er led heart astray.In vain; for deafer than Icarian seasHe hears, untainted yet. But, lady fair,What if Enipeus pleaseYour listless eye? beware!