Yet, if devoted to a sensual soul, If fondly their own ruin they create, These victims to the banquet and the bowl Must blame their folly only, not their fate. 28 But thou, who first drew breath in northern air, At early dawn ascend the sloping hills, And oft' at noon to lime tree shades repair, Where some soft stream from neighbouring groves distils. 29 And with it mix the liquid of the lime, The old ag'd essence of the generous cane, And sweetest syrups of this liquorish clime, And drink, to cool thy thirst, and drink again. 30 This happy beverage, joy inspiring bowl, Dispelling far the shades of mental night, Wakes bright ideas on the raptur'd soul, And sorrow turns to pleasure and delight. 31 Sweet verdant isle, through thy dark woods I rove, And learn the nature of each native tree, The fustick hard, the poisonous manchineel, Which for its fragrant apple pleaseth thee: 32 Alluring to the smell, fair to the eye, But deadliest poison in the taste is found-- O shun the dangerous tree, nor taste, like Eve, This interdicted fruit in Eden's ground. 33 The lowly mangrove, fond of watry soil, The white bark'd gregory, rising high in air, The mastick in the woods you may descry, Tamarind, and lofty plumb-trees flourish there. 34 Sweet orange groves in lonely vallies rise And drop their fruits, unnotic'd and unknown, And cooling acid limes in hedges grow, The juicy lemons swell in shades their own. 35 Once in these groves divine Aurelia stray'd!-- Then, conscious nature, smiling, look'd more gay; But soon she left the dear delightful shade, The shade, neglected, droops and dies away, 36 And pines for her return, but pines in vain, In distant isles belov'd Aurelia died, Pride of the plains, ador'd by every swain, Sweet warbler of the woods, and of the woods the pride. 37 Philander early left this rural maid, Nor yet return'd, by fate compell'd to roam, But absent from the heavenly girl he stray'd, Her charms forgot, forgot his native home. 38 O fate severe, to seize the nymph so soon, The nymph, for whom a thousand shepherds sigh, And in the space of one revolving moon To doom the fair one and her swain to die! 39 Sweet, spungy plumbs on trees wide spreading hang, Bell-apples here, suspended, shade the ground, Plump grenadilloes and güavas grey, With melons in each plain and lawn abound. 40 The conic form'd cashew, of juicy kind, Which bears at once an apple and a nut; Whose poisonous coat, indignant to the lip, Doth in its cell a wholesome kernel shut. 41 The prince of fruits, whom some jayama call, Anana some, the happy flavour'd pine; In which unite the tastes and juices all Of apple, peach, quince, grape, and nectarine, 42