Invitingly oped she her arms; a smile
Broke her soft lips; then, rapturously and low,
Fluted this murmurous music thro’ the air,
In woven assonances, liquid measures,
Her blissful syllables spelling the pleasures
Her wares that were.
“Sweet, come with me; learn out my rare requite!
Sweet, come to me, so shall I be to thee
A passionate delight!
Let us enwrap us in the robes of Pleasure;