I. TO tinkling Brooks, to twilight Shades, To desert Prospects, rough and rude, With youthful Rapture first I ran, Enamour'd of sweet Solitude. II. On Beauty next I wond'ring gaz'd, Too soon my supple Heart was caught; An Eye, a Breast, a Lip, a Shape, Was all I talk'd of, all I thought. III. Next, by the smiling Muses led, On @3Pindus@1 laurell'd Top I dream, Talk with old Bards, and listening hear The Warbles of th' inchanting Stream. IV. Then, @3Harmony@1 and @3Picture@1 came Twin-nymphs my Sense to entertain, By Turns my Eye, my Ear was caught, With @3Raphael@1's Stroke and @3Handel@1's Strain. V. At last, such various Pleasures prov'd, All cloying, vain, unmanly found, Sweet for a Time as Morning-Dew, Yet Parents of some painful Wound; VI. Humbly I ask'd great @3Wisdom@1's Aid To true Delight to lead my Feet; When thus the Goddess whispering said, "Virtue alone is Bliss compleat." |