LI.

No Noise o'ercomes the Silence of the Shades,
Save short-breath'd Vows, the dear Excess of Joy;
Or harmless Giggle of the Youths and Maids,
Who yield Obeysance to the Cyprian Boy:
Or Lute, soft-sighing in the passing Gale;
Or Fountain, gurgling down the sacred Vale,
Or Hymn to Beauty's Queen, or Lover's tender Tale.

LII.

Here Venus revels, here maintains her Court
In light Festivity and gladsome Game:
The Young and Gay, in frolick Troops resort,
Withouten Censure and withouten Blame.
In Pleasure steep'd, and dancing in Delight,
Night steals upon the Day, the Day, on Night:
Each Knight, his Lady loves; each Lady loves her Knight.

LIII.

Where lives the Man (if such a Man there be)
In idle Wilderness or Desart drear,
To Beauty 's sacred Pow'r an Enemy?
Let foul Fiends harrow him; I'll drop no Tear.
I deem that Carl, by Beauty's Pow'r unmov'd,
Hated of Heav'n, of none but Hell approv'd.
O may he never love, O never be belov'd!

LIV.

Hard is his Heart, unmelted by Thee, May!
Unconscious of Love's nectar-tickling Sting,
And, unrelenting, cold to Beauty's Ray;
Beauty the Mother and the Child of Spring!
Beauty and Wit declare the Sexes even;
Beauty, to Woman, Wit to Man is given;
Neither the Slime of Earth, but each the Fire of Heav'n.

LV.

Alliance sweet! let Beauty, Wit approve,
As Flow'rs to Sunshine ope the ready Breast:
Wit Beauty Loves, and nothing else can love:
The best alone is grateful to the best .
Perfection has no other Parallel!
Can Light, with Darkness; Doves with Ravens dwell?
As soon, perdie, shall Heav'n Communion hold with Hell.