Unseasonably surprised in the embraces of her Lord.

Fairest Zelinda! cease to chide or grieve,
Nor blush at joys that only you can give;
Who with bold eyes survey'd those matchless charms
Is punish'd, seeing in another's arms:
With greedy looks he views each naked part,
Joy seeds his eyes, but envy tears his heart.
So caught was Mars; and Mercury aloud
Proclaim'd his grief that he was not the god:
So to be caught was every god's desire;
Nor less than Venus can Zelinda fire.
Forgive him then, thou more than heav'nly fair,
Forgive his rashness, punish'd by despair.
All that we know which wretched mortals seel
In those sad regions where the tortur'd dwell,
Is that they see the raptures of the blest,
And view the joys which they must never taste.