Ore avido intuitus Nympham, placidoque beatus Vulnere, adeste (inquam) nascentem augete Sodales Lætitiam, mollique toro properate recentes Accumulare rosas, dum prodiga veris odori Copia deficiat; lasciva in tempora Myrrhæ Lacrymulas suavemque Electri fundite rorem, Fundite opes Arabum varias: date carmen amicum, Et pulsate lyram fidibusque adjuncta canoris Tympana; Tuque ades, ô formæ pulcherrima Virgo, Tu, cujus rosea ora & clari fulgur ocelli Delicias spirant, toto quas pectore Princeps Exoptat: palmam referas, atque annue votis. O Virgo ante alias, quam regius ardet Amator, Eoum qui fceptra quatit metuenda per orbem!

Sic fatus, Solioque fimul delapfus ab aureo, Pafsu humili accedens, oblati pignus amoris Tendebam fupplex; altæque Insignia Frontis Exutus, Nymphæ crines ornare parabam, Sollicito prodens ardentia pectora vultu. O Virgo dilecta (iterumque iterumque rogabam) Indue, quam merita es, palmam, & fpectanda decoræ Præmia frontis habe; Sociis prælata puellis Splendebis; Sociæ peragent tua juffa puellæ. Surge age, deliciæ; sequere ô mea sola voluptas! · Pro

Fix'd on her Charms, and pleas'd that I could love, Aid me my Friends, contribute to improve Your Monarch's Bliss, I said; fresh Roses bring To ftrow my Bed; 'till the impoy'rish'd Spring Confess her Want; around my am'rous Head Be dropping Myrrhe, and liquid Amber shed, 'Till ARAB has no more. From the soft Lyre, Sweet Flute, and ten-ftring’d Inftrument, require Sounds of Delight: and Thou, fair Nymph, draw nigh; Thou, in whose graceful Form, and potent Eye Thy Master's Joy long fought at length is found; And as thy Brow, let' my Defires be crown'd; O fav’rite Virgin, that haft warm'd the Breaft, Whose sov'reign Dictates subjugate the East!

I said; and sudden from the golden Throne
With a submissive Step I hasted down.
The glowing Garland from my Hair I took,
Love in my Heart, Obedience in my Look;
Prepar’d to place it on her comely Head:
O fav’rite Virgin! (yet again I said)
Receive the Honors destin'd to thy Brow;
And O above thy Fellows happy Thou!
Their Duty must thy sov'reign Word obey.
Rise up, my Love; my fair One, come away.

What

Protinus heu! quantus dolor ingruit! ut furor ardens
Invafit sensus, & perculit intima cordis;
Cum sertum abjecit Virgo, faftuque modefto
Triftior, avertens candentia colla, refugit !

Luctantem juffit celare Superbia curam;
Ægrum animum queror, & fomni Solatia posco:
Mox Epulas medias dejectâ fronte reliqui
Sollicitus; fidæque dedi mandata Cohorti,
Qui servant noftras yeteri de more puellas,
Ut ducant Nympham thalami in secreta, torisque
Ornatis Dominum inftantem fperare juberent.

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Anxius atque moræ impatiens (Amor Iraq; mentem
Præcipitant) Nympham sequor indefeffus iniquam;
Accesli donisque petens precibusque fatigans,
Imbellesque iterum gemitus & mollia vota
Turpiter effudi; querulo jam murmure supplex,
Elatâ mox voce minans: neglectaque dona
Ante pedes iterum posui; seu mallet Amoris
Cedere deliciis, seu certæ occumbere morti.

Illa sed invictas aures inimica tenebat; Et paulùm avertens, irâ mistoque dolore,

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What Pang, alas! what Ecstasy of Smart
Tore up my Senfes, and transfix'd my Heart;
When She with modest Scorn the Wreath return'd,
Reclin’d her beauteous Neck, and inward mourn'd?

Forc'd by my Pride, I my Concern suppress’d, :
Pretended Drowsiness, and Wish of Rest;
And sullen I forsook th'Imperfect Feast:
Ordering the Eunuchs, to whose proper Care
Our Eastern Grandeur gives th' imprison d Fair,
To lead Her forth to a distinguish'd Bow'r,
And bid her dress the Bed, and wait the Hour.

Restless I follow'd this obdurate Maid
(Swift are the Steps that Love and Anger tread)
Approach'd her Person, courted her Embrace,
Renew'd my Flame, repeated my Disgrate:
By Turns put on the Suppliant, and the Lord:
Threaten'd this Moment, and the next implor’d;
Offer'd again the unaccepted Wreath,
And Choice of happy Love, or inftant Death.

Averse to all her am'rous King desir’d,
Far as She might, She decently retir’d:

And

Occupat, Hic ille est SOLOMON? totumque per orbem Hæc memorata adeo magni Sapientia Regis?

Te corain hoc imbelle vides horrefcere corpus; Id Fortuna poteft; nescit mens libera frangi; Victorisque minas & inania vincula temnit.

Te Fama est, Vatum Princeps, Te poffe Deorum Abdita, naturamque Hominum, moresque Ferarum Pandere; Te docto sermone exponere cæci Ut turbant animum Affectus, utque arbitra fluctus Componit Ratio; arrectæque edicere turbæ. Quo veniant de fonte & Amara & Dulcia Vitæ: Grande Tibi Imperium efferri, mundique capacem Latiùs expátiari animum; Teque optima lætos Per populos dare jura. Ubi nunc celebrata potentis Vis animi, dubiisque fagax Prudentia rebus? Heus ubi nunc, Judex Populi venerande, vagatur? Quid tibi mens agitat? quid jam meditaris? Amorem? Res Amor incerta eft: hac unâ ab origine luctus Gaudiaque exundant; varios hinc Vita colores Induitur; triftisque dies vel candidus ibit, Explicat ut facilis vel contrahit ora Cupido.