We on the fragrant Beds of Roses laid, } And lull’d with Musick which the _Zephires_ made, } When with the Amorous silken Sails they plaid, } Rather did them as wanting Wit account Then we in this affair did Judgment want, With Smiles of pity only answer’d them, Whilst they return’d us pitying ones again. Now to the wisht for Shoar, with speed we high; Vain with our Fate, and eager of our Joy, And as upon the Beach we landed were, An awful Woman did to us repair. Goddess of _Prudence_! who with grave advice, Counsels the heedless Stranger to be Wise; She guards this Shoar, and Passage does forbid, But now blind Sense her Face from us had hid; We pass’d and dis-obey’d the heavenly Voice, Which few e’er do, but in this fatal place. Now with impatient hast, (but long in vain) } I seek the Charming Author of my Pain, } And haunt the Woods, the Groves, and ev’ry Plain. } I ask each Chrystal Spring, each murmuring Brook, Who saw my fair, or knows which way she took? I ask the Eccho’s, when they heard her Name? But they cou’d nothing but my Moans proclaim; My Sighs, the fleeting Winds far off do bear, My Charmer, cou’d no soft complaining hear: At last, where all was shade, where all was Gay; } On a Brooks Brink, which purling past away, } Asleep the lovely Maid extended lay; } Of different Flowers the _Cupids_ made her Bed, And Rosey Pillows did support her Head. With what transported Joy my Soul was fill’d, When I, the Object of my wish beheld! My greedy View each lovely part survey’d; On her white Hand, her Blushing Cheek was laid Half hid in Roses; yet did so appear As if with those, the Lillys mingled were; Her thin loose Robe did all her shape betray, (Her wondrous shape that negligently lay) And every Tempting Beauty did reveal, But what young bashful Maids wou’d still conceal; Impatient I, more apt to hope than fear, Approacht the Heav’nly sleeping Maid more near; The place, my flame, and all her Charms invite To tast the sacred Joys of stoln delight. The Grove was silent, and no Creature by, But the young smiling God of Love and I; But as before the awful shrine, I kneel’d, Where Loves great Mystery was to be reveal’d, A Man from out the Groves recess appears, Who all my boasted Vigor turn’d to fears, He slackt my Courage by a kind surprize, And aw’d me with th’ Majesty of his Eyes; I bow’d, and blusht, and trembling did retire, And wonder’d at the Pow’r that checkt my fire; So excellent a Mean, so good a Grace, So grave a Look, such a commanding Face; In modest Speech, as might well subdue,