To GLICERA. Ode XIX.
He seems enamour'd on her Beauty.
Fierce
Mother of desires,
And Youth, dispos'd for amorous Fires.
With wanton Ease me move
To softer thoughts, forgotten Love:
View'd GLICERA'S bright cheek,
Bore Parian marble pure, and sleek:
Conjoyn'd coy, pleasing Grace
Enamour'd has; enslaving Face.
Whole Venus falls on me,
Whilst left her Kingdom Cyprus free:
Nor let's of Scythian write,
Or Parthian stout; those things recite.
Green Turf and Vervin there,
Boy, place; sweet Frankincense then bear;
Full bowl of Wine; to Love
Sacrifiz'd, She may gentler prove.