Juffus eft inermis ire, nudus irę juffus eft:

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,

cras amet.

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,

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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 those who always lov'd, now love the more.

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

"Chaft Delia: grant our fuit! or fhun the wood,
"Nor ftain this facred lawn with savage blood.
"Venus, O Delia! if she could perfuade,

"Wou'd ask thy prefence, 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 flowrets ftrow the scenes of love,

Nec Ceres, nec Bacchus abfunt, nec poetarum deus 3

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 ftare diva floribus.

Præfens ipfa jura dicit, adfederunt gratiæ.

Hibla totos funde flores quidquid annus adtulit.

Hibla florum rumpe veftem, quantus Ennæ cam

pus eft.

Ruris hic erunt puellæ, vel puellæ montium,

Quæque filvas, quæque lucos, quæque montes

incolunt.

Juffit

Here dancing Ceres shakes her golden fheaves :
Here Bacchus revels, deck'd with viny leaves :
Here wit's enchanting God, in lawrel crown'd,
Wakes all the ravish'd hours with filver found.
Ye fields, ye forests, own Dione's reign,
And Delia, huntrefs Delia, fhun the plain.

Let thofe love now, who never lov'd before,
Let those 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) share the great command.
Now, beauteous Hybla! dress thy flow'ry beds
With all the pride the lavish season sheds;
Now all thy colours, all thy fragrance yield,
And rival Enna's aromatic field.

To fill the presence of the gentle coust

From ev'ry quarter rural Nymphs refort.

From woods, from mountains, from their humble vales,

From waters curling with the wanton gales.

Juffit omnis adfidere pueri mater alitas,

Juffit et nudo puellas nil amori credere.

Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit,

cras amet.

Et recentibus virentes ducat umbras floribus.

Cras erat qui primus æther copulavit nuptias,
Ut pater roris crearet vernis annum nubibus
In finum maritus imber fluxit almæ conjugis,
Ut fœtus immixtus omnis aleret magno corpore,

Ipfa venas atque mentem permeante spiritu

Intus occultis gubernat procreatrix viribus,

Perque cœlum, perque terras, perque pontum

fubditum,

Pervium fui tenorem feminali tramite

Imbuit, juffitque mundum noffe nascendi vias.

Cras amet, qui numquam amavit ; quique amavit,

cras amet.