Fast by a fount, whose spicy waters glide
In amorous mazes, on the velvet ground,
With blushing flowers all goodly beautify'd,
A smiling troop of virgins dance around;
Fairer than Delia's silver-buskin'd train,
When erst, Ladona, by thy lillied banks,
Or cool Eurota's laurel-fringed plain,
To breathing lutes they tript in seemly ranks;
And fairer, Cypris, than thy wanton quire,
That melt the soul to love, and kindle fierce desire.