_Her Neck, on which all careless fell her Hair,_ } _Her half discover’d rising Bosome bare,_ } _Were beyond Nature formed; all Heavenly fair._ } _Tempting her dress, loose with the Wind it flew,_ _Discovering Charms that wou’d alone subdue;_ _Her soft white slender Hands whose touches wou’d_ _Beget desire even in an awful God;_ _Long Winter’d Age to tenderness wou’d move,_ _And in his Frozen Blood, bloom a new spring of_ Love. All these at once my Ravisht Senses charm’d, And with unusual Fires my Bosome warm’d. Thus my fixt Eyes pursu’d the lovely Maid, Till they had lost her in the envied Glade; Yet still I gaz’d, as if I still had view’d The Object, which my new desires pursu’d. Lost while I stood; against my Will, my sight Conducted me unto a new delight. Twelve little Boats were from the Banks unty’d, And towards our Vessel sail’d with wondrous Pride, With wreathes of Flowers and Garlands they were drest, Their Cordage all of Silk and Gold consist, Their Sails of silver’d Lawn, and Tinsel were, Which wantonly were ruffled in the Air. As many little Cupids gayly clad, Did Row each Boat, nor other guides they had. A thousand _Zephires_ Fann’d the moving Fleet, Which mixing with the Flow’rs became more sweet, And by repeated Kisses did assume From them a scent that did the Air perfume. So near us this delightful Fleet was come, We cou’d distinguish what the _Cupid’s_ sung, Which oft with charming Notes they did repeat, With Voices such as I shall ne’re forget. _You that do seek with Amorous desires,_ _To tast the Pleasures of the Life below,_ _Land on this_ Island, _and renew your Fires,_ _For without_ Love, _there is no joy, you know._ Then all the _Cupids_ waiting no Commands, With soft inviting Smiles present their Hands, And in that silent Motion seem’d to say, _You ought to follow, where Love leads the way._ Mad with delight, and all transported too, I quitted Reason, and resolv’d to go; For that bright charming Beauty I had seen, And burnt with strange desire to see again, Fill’d with new hope, I laught at Reasons force, And towards the Island, bent my eager Course; The _Zephires_ at that instant lent their Aid, And I into Loves Fleet was soon convey’d, And by a thousand Friendships did receive, Welcomes which none but God’s of Love cou’d give. Many possest with my Curiosity, Tho’ not inspir’d like me, yet follow’d me, And many staid behind, and laught at us: And in a scoffing tone reproacht us thus, _Farewel, Adventurers, go search the Joy,_ _Which mighty Love inspires, and you shall find,_ _The treatment of the wond’rous Monarch Boy,_ _In’s Airy Castle always soft and kind._