Chapter 34 No.34

Cloris returning from the Trance

Which Love and soft Desire had bred,

Her timerous Hand she gently laid

(Or guided by Design or Chance)

Upon that Fabulous Priapus;

That Potent God, as Poets feign;

But never did young Shepherdess,

Gath'ring of Fern upon the Plain,

More nimbly draw her Fingers back,

Finding beneath the verd