he, 'another day,
Love without constraint t'obey!'

II.

Vex no more thyself and me
With demure philosophy,
Hollow precepts, only fit
To amuse the busy wit.
Teach me brisk Lyaeus' rites; 5
Teach me Venus' blithe delights.
Jove[65:1] loves water: give me wine,
That my soul ere I resign
May this cure of sorrow have.
There's no drinking in the grave! 10

III. _The Spring._

See, the Spring herself discloses,
And the Graces gather roses;
See how the becalmed seas
Now their swelling waves appease;
How the duck swims; how the crane 5
Comes from 's winter home again;
See how Titan's cheerful ray
Chaseth the dark clouds away!

Now in their new robes of green
Are the ploughman's labours seen; 10
Now the lusty teeming earth
Springs, each hour, with a new birth;
Now the olive blooms; the vine
Now cloth with plump pendants shine,
And with leaves and blossoms now 15
Freshly bourgeons every bough.

IV. _The Combat._

Now will I a lover be!
Love himself commanded me.
Full at first of stubborn pride,
To submit, my soul denied. 20
He his quiver takes, and bow,
Bids defiance: forth I go.
Armed with spear and shield we meet:
On he charges: I retreat,

Till, perceiving in the fight 25
He had wasted every flight,
Into me, with fury hot,
Like a dart himself he shot.
And my cold heart melts; my shield
Useless, no defence could yield; 30
For what boots an outward screen,
When, alas, the fight's within?

V.

On this verdant lotus laid,
Underneath the myrtle's shade,
Let us drink our sorrows dead,
Whilst Love plays the Ganymed.

Life like to[66:1] a wheel runs round: 5
And, ere long, we underground
Ta'en by death asunder, must
Moulder in forgotten dust.

Why then graves should we bedew,
Why the ground with odours strew? 10
Better, whilst alive, prepare
Flowers and unguents for our hair.

Come, my Fair,[66:2] and come awa