Chapter 3 No.3

The stubborn Plough had then,

Made no rude Rapes upon the Virgin Earth;

Who yielded of her own accord her plentious Birth,

Without the Aids of men;

As if within her Teeming Womb,

All Nature, and all Sexes lay,

Whence new Creations every day

Into the happy World did come:

The Roses fill'd with Morning Dew,

Bent down their loaded heads,

T'Adorn the careless Shepherds Grassy Beds

While still young opening Buds each moment grew

And as those withered, drest his shaded Couch a new;

Beneath who's boughs the Snakes securely dwelt,

Not doing harm, nor harm from others felt;

With whom the Nymphs did Innocently play,

No spightful Venom in the wantons lay;

But to the touch were Soft, and to the sight were Gay.