THE GARDEN OF EROS. 
II 
All diverse delights are mine, 
Kiss within me, and combine 
To a languorous lyric lure 
Sweet as pleasure, and as sure ! 
 
SILENUS 
 
Tut, my lad, you do not mention 
Modesty. 
 
ANTINOUS 
 
’Twas mine intention, 
But those loose lips wine-corrupt 
Always itch to interrupt ! 
 
SILENUS 
 
Nay, boy, all the song was true. 
Come and frisk it once together ! 
Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! 
Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, 
That must set an azure frame 
Round the flaxen locks aflame ! 
 
CHRYSIS 
 
Come, Evadne, let us fling 
Flowers upon them gambolling !