'Twas on that day which faw the teeming flood Swell round, impregnate with celestial blood; Wand'ring in circles ftood the finny crew, Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before, She paints the purpled year with vary'd show, Tips the green gem, and makes the bloffom glow, She makes the turgid buds receive the breeze, Expand to leaves, and fhade the naked trees. When gath'ring damps the mifty nights diffuse, She sprinkles all the morn with balmy dews; Bright trembling pearls depend at ev'ry spray, And kept from falling, feem to fall away. A gloffy freshness hence the rose receives, And blushes fweet thro' all her filken leaves; (The drops defcending thro' the filent night, While ftars ferenely roll their golden light,) Mane virgines papillas folvit umenti peplo. Ipfa juffit mane ut udæ virgines nubant rofæ Fufæ prius de cruore deque amoris ofculis, Deque gemmis, deque flammis, deque folis purpuris. Cras ruborem qui latebat vefte tectus igneâ, Unica marito nodo non pudebit folvere. Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet. Ipfa nimfas diva luco juffit ire myrteo Et puer comes puellis. Nec tamen credi poteft Effe amorem feriatum, fi fagittas vexerit. Ite nimfæ pofuit arma, feriatus eft amor. Juffus Close till the morn, her humid veil fhe holds; 'Tis Venus' plant: the blood fair Venus fhed, Let thofe who always lov'd, now love the more. Sends the gay Nymphs, and fends her tender Love. While Nymphs have hearts, and Cupid wears a bow? Juffus eft inermis ire, nudus ire jussus est : Neu quid arcu, neu fagitta, neu quid igne læderet. Sed tamen cavete Nimfæ, quod Cupido pulcer eft : Totus eft inermis idem, quando nudus eft amor. Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet. Compari Venus pudore mittit ad te virgines. Una res eft quam rogamus, cede virgo Delia, Jam tribus choros videres feriatos noctibus: Floreas inter coronas, myrteas inter cafas, Nec Yes fafely venture, 'tis his mother's will; He walks unarm'd and undefigning ill, His torch extinct, his quiver ufeless hung, His arrows idle, and his bow unftrung. And yet, ye Nymphs, beware, his eyes have charms. From Venus' bow'r to Delia's lodge repairs A virgin train compleat with modest airs : "Wou'd ask thy presence, might she ask a maid.”. H |