And though Guarini was upon the whole chaste in use of language, his rhetorical love of amplification and fanciful refinement not unfrequently betrayed him into Marinistic conceits.
Dorinda, for instance, thus addresses Silvio (act iv.sc.

9): O bellissimo scoglio Gia dall'onda e dal vento Delle lagrime mie, de'miei sospiri Si spesso invan percosso! Sighs are said to be (act i.sc.

2): impetuosi venti Che spiran nell'incendio, e 'l fan maggiore Con turbini d'Amore, Ch' apportan sempre ai miserelli amanti Foschi nembi di duol, piogge di pianti.
From this to the style of the _Adone_ there was only one step to be taken.
[Footnote 184: I might have further illustrated this point by quoting the thirty-five lines in which Titiro compares a maiden to the rose which fades upon the spray after the fervors of the noon have robbed its freshness (act i.sc.

4).

To contest the beauty of the comparison would be impossible.