The guardian, a comedie acted before Prince Charls, His Highness at Trinity-Colledg in Cambridge, upon the twelfth of March, 1641
Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.

Act. 1. Scaen. 8.

Truman filius, Lucia, Aurelia.
Aur.
My father, cousin, would speak with you.
Luc.
I'll wait upon him.
Exit.
Aur.
Will you be gone so soon, Sir?
Tru.
I must offend your father else.
Aur.
You would have stay'd longer with her, I'm sure.
Tru.
It may be so. Your servant, Lady.
Exit.
Aur.
Contemn'd by all? while my proud cousin walks
With more eyes on her then the moon: but I,
Like some small petty star without a name,
Cast unregarded beams.
It must not be; I snatch of all those glories
Which beauty or feignd vertue crown her with,
Till her short light confess her but a Comet.
I love thee, Truman; but since 'tis my fate
To love so ill, I'll try how I can hate.