Note 16 — ACT II.—Scene I.

"As some fair tulip, by a storm opprest, Shrinks up, and folds its silken arms to rest; And, bending to the blast, all pale, and dead, Hears from within the wind sing round its head: So shrouded up your beauty disappears; Unveil, my love, and lay aside your fears: The storm, that caus'd your fright, is past and gone." "Conquest of Granada," Part i. p. 55.