Chapter 6 No.6

The flowry Meads, the Rivers and the Groves,

Were fill'd with little Gay-wing'd Loves:

That ever smil'd and danc'd and Play'd,

And now the woods, and now the streames invade,

And where they came all things were gay and glad:

When in the Myrtle Groves the Lovers sat

Opprest with a too fervent heat;

A Thousands Cupids fann'd their wings aloft,

And through the Boughs the yielded Ayre would waft:

Whose parting Leaves discovered all below,

And every God his own soft power admir'd,

And smil'd and fann'd, and sometimes bent his Bow;

Where e'er he saw a Shepherd uninspir'd.

The Nymphs were free, no nice, no coy disdain;

Deny'd their Joyes, or gave the Lover pain;

The yielding Maid but kind Resistance makes;

Trembling and blushing are not marks of shame,

But the Effect of kindling Flame:

Which from the sighing burning Swain she takes,

While she with tears all soft, and down-cast-eyes,

Permits the Charming Conqueror to win the prize.