'Twas on that day which faw the teeming flood
Swell round, impregnate with celestial blood;
Wand'ring in circles stood the finny crew,
The midft was left a void expanse of blue,
There parent ocean work'd with heaving throes,
And dropping wet the fair Dione rofe.

Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before;
Let thofe who always lov'd, now love the more.

She paints the purple 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 misty nights diffuse, She sprinkles all the morn with balmy dews; Bright trembling pearls depend at ev'ry spray, And kept from falling, seem to fall away. A gloffy freshness hence the rose receives, And blushes sweet through all her filken leaves; (The drops descending through the filent night, While stars ferenely roll their golden light,) Clofe 'till the morn, her humid veil fhe holds ; Then deckt with virgin pomp the flow'r unfolds. Soon will the morning blufh: Ye maids! prepare, In rofy garlands bind your flowing hair;

Cras ruborum qui latebat veste tectus ignea,

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 eft inermis ire, nudus ire jussus est :
Neu quid arcu, neu fagitta, neu quid igne læderet.
Sed tamen cavete Nimfæ, quod Cupido pulcer est:

Totus eft inermis idem, quando nudus eft amor.

Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit,

'Tis Venus' plant: the blood fair Venus shed,
O'er the gay beauty pour'd immortal red;
From love's foft kifs a fweet ambrofial fmell
Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell;
From gems, from flames, from orient rays of light
The richest luftre makes her purple bright;

And the to-morrow weds; the fporting gale
Unties her zone, fhe bursts the verdant veil;
Thro' all her sweets the rifling lover flies,
And as he breathes, her glowing fires arise.
Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before;
Let thofe who always lov'd, now love the more.

Now fair Dione to the myrtle grove

Sends the gay Nymphs, and fends her tender Love.

And shall they venture? Is it fafe to go

?

While Nymphs have hearts, and Cupid wears a bow? Yes fafely venture, 'tis his mother's will;

He walks unarm'd and undefigning ill,

His torch extinct, his quiver useless hung,
His arrows idle, and his bow unftrung.

And yet, ye Nymphs, beware, his eyes have charms
And love that's naked, ftill is love in arms.

Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before ; Let thofe who always lov'd, now love the more.

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Compari Venus pudore mittit ad te virgines.

Una res eft quam rogamus, cede virgo Delia,
Ut nemus fit incruentum de ferinis ftragibus.
Ipfa vellet ut venires, fi deceret virginem:
Jam tribus choros videres feriatos noctibus:
Congreges inter catervas ire par faltus tuos,

Floreas inter coronas, myrteas inter cafas.

Nec Ceres, nec Bacchus abfunt, nec poetarum Deus;

• Decinent et tota nox eft pervigila cantibus.

Regnet in filvis Dione: tu recede Delia.

Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit,

cras amet

Juffit Hiblæis tribunal stare diva floribus.

Præsens ipfa jura dicit, adfederunt gratiæ.

Hibla

From Venus' bow'r to Delia's lodge repairs A virgin train compleat with modest airs

"Chaste Delia! grant our fuit! or fhun the wood,
"Nor ftain this facred lawn with favage blood.
"Venus, O Delia! if fhe could perfuade,
"Wou'd ask thy presence, might she ask a maid.”
Here chearful quires for three aufpicious nights
With fongs prolong the pleasurable rites:
Here crouds in measures lightly-decent rove;
Or feek by pairs the covert of the grove,
Where meeting greens for arbours arch above,
And mingling flow'rets ftrow the scenes of love,
Here dancing Ceres fhakes her golden fheaves :
Here Bacchus revels, deck'd with viny leaves:
Here wits enchanting God, in lawrel crown'd,
Wakes all the ravifh'd hours with filver found.
Ye fields, ye forests, own Dione's reign,
And Delia, huntress Delia, fhun the plain,

Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before ;
Let thofe who always lov'd, now love the more.

Gay with the bloom of all her opening year, The queen at Hybla bids her throne appear; And there prefides; and there the fav'rite band (Her fmiling graces) fhare the great command.

Now,