Ore avido intuitus Nympham, placidoque beatus Vulnere, adefte (inquam) nascentem augete Sodales Lætitiam, mollique toro properate recentes Copia deficiat; lasciva in tempora Myrrhæ Sic fatus, Solioque fimul delapfus ab aureo, Paffu humili accedens, oblati pignus amoris Tendebam fupplex; altæque Infignia 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; fequere ô mea fola voluptas! Pro Fix'd on her Charms, and pleas'd that I could love, Aid me my Friends, contribute to improve Your Monarch's Blifs, I faid; fresh Roses bring To ftrow my Bed; 'till the impov'rish'd Spring Confefs her Want; around my am'rous Head Be dropping Myrrhe, and liquid Amber shed, "Till ARAB has no more. From the foft 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 hast warm'd the Breast, Whose fov'reign Dictates fubjugate the East! I said; and sudden from the golden Throne What Protinus heu! quantus dolor ingruit! ut furor ardens Invafit fenfus, & perculit intima cordis; Cum fertum abjecit Virgo, faftuque modesto Luctantem juffit celare Superbia curam; Ut ducant Nympham thalami in fecreta, torifque Anxius atque moræ impatiens (Amor Iraq; mentem Præcipitant) Nympham fequor indefeffus iniquam; Acceffi donifque petens precibufque fatigans, Imbellefque iterum gemitus & mollia vota Turpiter effudi; querulo jam murmure fupplex, Elatâ mox voce minans: neglectaque dona Ante pedes iterum pofui; feu mallet Amoris Cedere deliciis, feu certæ occumbere morti. Illa fed invictas aures inimica tenebat; Et paulùm avertens, irâ miftoque dolore, Occu What Pang, alas! what Ecstasy of Smart Tore up my Senfes, and transfix'd my Heart; When She with modeft Scorn the Wreath return'd, Reclin'd her beauteous Neck, and inward mourn'd? Forc'd by my Pride, I my Concern fupprefs'd, Reftlefs I follow'd this obdurate Maid And Choice of happy Love, or inftant Death. Averse to all her am'rous King defir'd, Far as She might, She decently retir'd: And Occupat, Hic ille eft SOLOMON? totumque per orbem Hæc memorata adeo magni Sapientia Regis? Te coram hoc imbelle vides horrefcere corpus; Id Fortuna poteft; nefcit mens libera frangi; Victorifque minas & inania vincula temnit. Te Fama eft, Vatum Princeps, Te poffe Deorum Abdita, naturamque Hominum, morefque Ferarum Pandere; Te docto fermone exponere cæci Ut turbant animum Affectus, utque arbitra fluctus |