Then he expos'd the lovely, sleeping Maid
Upon a Couch of New-blown Roses laid.
The blushing Colour in her Cheeks exprest,
What tender Thoughts inspir'd her heaving Breast.
Sometimes a Sigh half smother'd stole away,
Then she would , charming  say.
Sometimes she smiling cry'd, you love, 'tis true;
But will you always, and be faithful too?
Ten Thousand Graces play'd about her Face,
Ten Thousand Charms attended ev'ry Grace
Each admirable Feature did impart
A secret Rapture to my throbbing Heart.
The Nymph imprison'd in the brazen Tower,
When  descended in a Golden Shower,
Less beautiful appear'd, and yet her Eyes
Brought down that God from the neglected Skies.
So moving, so transporting was the Sight,
So much a Goddess  seem'd, so bright,
My ravish'd Soul with secret Wonder fraught,
Lay all dissolv'd in Extacy of Thought.