64o C M there with humid bow iris Waters the odorous banks, that blow Flowers of more mingled hue Than her purfled fcarf can Phew, And drenches with Elyfian dew (Lift mortals, if your ears be true) Beds of hyacinth and rotes, Where young Adonis oft repofes, Waxng well of his deep wound 111 fl umber loft, and on the ground Sadly fits th' Affyrian queen ; But Er above in fpangled fheen Celeflial Cupid her fam'd fon advanc'd, 1-loPs his dear Pfyche fweet intranc'd, loos Atter her wandring labors long, Till free content the Gods among Make her his eternal bride, And from her fair unfpotted fide Two blitsful twins are to be born, low Youth and Joy; fo Jove path fworn. But now my talk is fmoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin flow doth bend, ioiS And from thence can foar as loon To the corners of the moon. Mortals that would follow me, Love Virtue, the alone is free, She can teach ye how to clime 1020 Higher than the fphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itfelf would ftoop to her. 993 1000 F I N
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