Adonis wak'd — he saw the fair,
And felt unusual tumults rise;
His bosom heav'd with amorous care,
And humid languor veil'd his eyes!
Driven by some strong impulsive power,
He sought the most sequester'd bower,
Where diffus'd on Venus' breast,
First he felt extatic bliss,
First her balmy lips he prest,
And devour'd the new-made Kiss:
But, O my Muse, thy tattling tongue restrain,
Her sacred rites what mortal dares to tell?
She crowns the silent, leads the blabbing swain
To doubts, desires, and fears, the feverish lover's hell.