VII.

The breath came flowly thence, unwilling leaving o fweet a lodge; but when she once intended o feaft the air with words, the heart deceiving, More faft it thronged so to be expended; ind at each word a hundred Loves attended, 'laying th' breath, more fweet than is that firing Where that Arabian only bird expiring ives by her death, by lofs of breath more fresh refpiring.

VIII.

ler chin, like to a ftone in gold inchas'd, em'd a fair jewel wrought with cunning hand, nd being double, doubly the face grac'd: his goodly frame on her round neck did stand; ach pillar well fuch curious work sustain'd; nd on his top the heavenly sphear up-rearing, fight well prefent, with daintier appearing, lefs but better Atlas, that fair heaven bearing.

IX.

ower two breasts stand all their beauties bearing, 'wo breafts as fmooth and foft; but, ah, alas! 'heir smoothest softness far exceeds comparing; lore smooth and foft, but nought that ever was, There they are firft, deferves the fecond place; et each as foft and each as smooth as other; nd when thou fir ft try'st one, and then the other, ach fofter feems than each, and each than each feems fmoother.

x.

owly between their dainty hemispheres, Their hemifpheres the heav'nly globes excelling) path more white than is the name it bears, he Lacteal Path, conducts to the fweet dwelling here beft Delight all joys fits freely dealing;

Where hundred fweets, and ftill fresh joys attending,

Receive in giving, and ftill love difpending, Grow richer by their lofs, and wealthy by expending.

XI.

But stay, bold Shepherd! here thy footing stay,
Nor trust too much unto thy new-born quill,
As farther to those dainty limbs to stray,
Or hope to paint that vale or beauteous hill
Which past the finest hand or choicest skill;
But were thy verfe and fong as finely fram'd
As are thofe parts, yet should it foon be blam'd,
For now the fhameless world of beft things is a-
fham'd.

XII.

XIII.

That cunning artist that old Greece admir'd,
Thus far his Venus fitly pourtrayed,
But there he left, nor farther ere afpir'd;
His Dædale hand, that nature perfected
By Art, felt Art by Nature limited.
Ah! well he knew, though his fit hand could give
Breath to dead colours, teaching marble live,
Yet would thefe lively parts his hand of skill de-
prive.
Such when this gentle boy her closely view'd,
Only with thinneft filken veil o'er-laid,
Whose fnowy colour much more snowy fhew'd
By being next that skin, and all betray'd,
Which beft in naked beauties are array'd,
His fpirits, melted with fo glorious fight,
Ran from their work to fce fo fplendid light,
And left the fainting limbs fweet flumbring in
delight.

O o iii

"May never hope to end thy mifery, "Nor yet thy felf dare wifh a remedy : "All hindrances (alas!) confpire to lett it; "Ah, fond and hapless Boy! if can not get it, "In thinking to forget, at length learn to forget it.

N.

Thus eft the hopeless boy complaining lies; But fhe, that well could guefs his fad lamenting, (Who can conceal Love from Love's mother's

eyes;

Did not difdain to give his love contenting;
Cruel the foul that feeds on fouls tormenting;
Nor did she fcorn him, though not nobly bors,
(Love is nobility) nor could the scorn
That with so noble skill her title did adorn.

V.

One day it chanc'd, thrice happy day and chance! Whiles Loves were with the Graces fweetly fporting.

And to fresh mufick founding play and dance, And Cupid's felf, with fhepherds' boys conforting, Laugh'd at their pritty sport and fimple courting, Fair Venus feats the fearful boy close by her, Where never Phœbus' jealous looks might eye her, And bids the boy his mistress and her names defcry her.

VI.

"Swain!

begun,

Fit prologue to his speech, and fearful blood
From heart and face with these post-tydings run,
That either now he's made, or now undon;
At length his trembling words, with fear made
weak,

Began his too long filence thus to break,
"While from his humble eyes first reveren
"feem'd to fpeak.