Thus pass'd their time. When  now beheld
His flocks increase, his vines more clusters yield;
Pleas'd with his growing wealth, he strait prepares
To offer some reward for  cares.
, whose heart nor gold nor gems could move,
Look'd with disdain on all — but  Love;
And thus reply'd.  "If gracious  means
" Or to reward my past, or future pains;
Bless, with a bounteous hand, bless all my life,
And give me lovely  for a Wife.
I ask no dow'r my fortunes to improve,
Rich in possession of my  Love.
Let sordid swains, whom thirst of gain invites
To woo the Fair-One to the nuptial rites,
Bargain for Love, and sell their vows for gold;
But let not , like her sheep, be sold.
whose beauty softens ev'ry breast,
Whose worth outweighs the treasures of the East!
Full sev'n long years I'll serve thee for the Maid;
The toil looks pleasing, when so well repaid. "