proud trophies Henry's name unite,
100 Beneath your myrtle all his laurels blight:
You serve yourself, when you my throne maintain,
For Lore and Discord must together reign".
So spoke the monster, and the vault around
Trembling, threw back on Earth the deadly sound.

105 Love heard, and answ'ring with a doubtful smile,
Where half was sweetness, half insidious guile,
His golden quiver o'er his shoulder threw,
And gliding soft thro' yielding azure flew.
Pleasure, the graces, and unthinking sport,
110 Born by the Zephyr, were his wanton court.

Pois'd on his even wing, he look'd with joy
On Simois, and the plain where once was Troy;
A smile the triumph of his heart betray'd,
To view the mighty ruin Love had made.
115 On Venice, long were bent his partial eyes,
Thro' the blue main where gilded domes arise:
Old Neptune saw them pierce the curling wave,
Own'd the audacious conquest,--and forgave.
To fam'd Sicilia next his flight he bends,
120 Stoops on the purple pinion, and descends
Where he himself inspir'd the Mantuan swain,
And taught Theocritus his tender strain;
There, Fame reports, by ways unknown, he led
The am'rous stream to Arethusa's bed.
125 Then on the downy sail he sought Vaucluse,
Retreat of Petrarch's love and Petrarch's muse;
Fond Echo yet remember's Laura's name;
And what she gave in love repays in fame.
Eure's winding shores his fond attention draw,
130 Where Love's own work, Anet's proud dome he saw;
The fretted ceiling, Henry's cypher grac'd,
By Love himself with fair Diana's plac'd.
The graces dropt a crystal tear, and threw
Around her urn fresh roses as they flew.

135 His wing at length on Ivry's plain he clos'd,
Where Bourbon's thunder for a lime repos'd;
But while the native of the wood he chas'd,
The manly sport war's dreadful image trac'd.
Love spread his chains, and sharp'ning ev'ry dart,
140 Inhuman pleasure bounded in his heart.

"Arise ye winds," he cried, "the storm prepare,
Collect the pregnant clouds, and dim the air;
The hanging torrent from their bosom pour,
Bid forked lightening fly, and thunders roar".
145 Too soon the blust'ring slaves his will obey'd
Their dusky pinions spread a moving shade;
} O'er the bright scene, dark low'ri