'With what attractive charms this goodly frame
Of Nature touches the '

'Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while
Dost thou presume? O in'

'Come then, tell me, sage divine,
Is it an offence to own
That our'

'To-night retired, the queen of heaven
With young Endymion stays;
An'

'Away! away!
Tempt me no more, insidious Love:
Thy soothing sway
Lo'

'If rightly tuneful bards decide,
If it be fix'd in Love's decrees,
'