uld you so long provoke his rage?"
I answer'd thus: "With sorrow I repent,
Wretch that I am, a life so vainly spent."
And having spoke, by her I straight was led
To a vast hall, with various carpets spread,
And cloth of gold; on which I wondering found
A throne of state, erected from the ground,
Where Venus sat, with her imperial son;
Each had a sceptre and a radiant crown.
To see their pomp, I could till now have stood
Thoughtless of drink, and destitute of food;
The pleasures of the fam'd Elysian field
Can no such rapture to a stranger yield.
No wonder Venus, bless'd with such a mien,
And such a person, reigns of beauty queen;
Her golden hair dishevell'd, crisp and long,
In easy curls around her shoulders hung;
And ev'ry beam that's darted from her eyes,
Piercing and sharp, like pointed arrow flies.
The king of love had danger by his side,
The queen, despair; and looking further wide,
Attendance, fear, and flattery I view'd,
And hope, with strength above the rest endu'd;