Her ill but festered and increased the more The stripling's wounds were seen to heal and close:
The youth grew lusty, while she suffered sore, And, with new fever parched, now burnt, now froze:
From day to day in beauty waxed Medore:
She miserably wasted; like the snow's Unseasonable flake, which melts away Exposed, in sunny place, to scorching ray.
