Our wild regrets and restless woes,
And richly ev’ry craving mind contents.
Without thee Venus has no charms;
You constancy to am’rous souls impart,
And hopes bestow to each despairing heart,
III.
But, what involuntary transports roll,
And seize, at once, my agitated soul!
Into what sacred vale! what silent wood!
(I speak not by the vulgar understood,)