The Stranger paus'd: and then, as if to win
Her confidence, and woo her from reserve
By frank example, thus the Nymph address'd:
To  should I reveal this bless'd abode?
feet conduct to violate your haunts?
who, like you, by keen misfortunes press'd,
Seek shelter from the world; and even now
Forsake my native skies; quit  shores,
Her purple vineyards leave, her fertile meads,
Her ever blooming fields — all these I quit —
For these, to wretched hearts, bloom, swell, and fertilise, in vain.