20).
This is perfect in its measured melancholy, the liquid flow of its majestic simplicity.

The same musical breadth, the same noble sweetness, pervade a passage on the eternal beauty of the heavens compared with the brief brightness of a woman's eyes: oh quante belle Luci il tempio celeste in se raguna! Ha il suo gran carro il di; le aurate stelle Spiega la notte e l'argentata luna; Ma non e chi vagheggi o questa o quelle; E miriam noi torbida luce e bruna, Che un girar d'occhi, un balenar di riso Scopre in breve confin di fragil viso (xviii.

15).
This verbal music culminates in the two songs of earthly joy, the _chants d'amour_, or hymns to pleasure, sung by Armida's ministers (xiv.

60-65, xvi.

12, 13).