Nor at first sight, like most, admires the fair ; 7
he lives; and
alone shall share
His last affection, as his early care.
Besides, he's lovely far above the rest,
With youth immortal, and with beauty blest.
Add, that he varies ev'ry shape with ease,
And tries all forms that may Pomona please.
But what should most excite a mutual flame,
Your rural cares, and pleasures are the same : 95
To him your orchards early fruits are due,
(A pleasing off ring when 'tis made by you)
He values these; but yet (alas) complains,
That still the best and dearest gift remains.
Not the fair fruit that on yon branches glows 100
With that ripe red th' autumnal sun bestows;
Nor tasteful herbs that in these gardens rise,
Which the kind soil with milky fap supplies ;
You, only you, can move the God's desire :
Oh crown so constant and fo pure a fire ! 105
Let soft compassion touch your gentle mind;
Think, 'tis Vertumnus begs you to be kind !
So may no frost, when early buds appear,
Destroy the promise of the youthful year ; 109
Nor winds, when first
florid orchard blows, Shake the light blossoms from their blasted boughs!