On thy lips’ nectareous way;
As the dimpling Graces spread
On thy cheeks’ carnationed bed;
As the deaths thy lovers die;
As the conquests of thine eye,
Or the cares and fond delights
Which its changeful beam incites;
As the hopes and fears we prove,
Or the impassioned sighs, in love;
As the shafts by Cupid sped,