And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.

Now Morn, Her Rosy Steps In Th' Eastern Clime Advancing, Sow'd The Earth With Orient Pearl, When Adam Wak'd, So Custom'd; For His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.