Assault your hearing, (such as if Ulysses
Now liv’d again, howe’er he stood the Syrens,
Could not resist,) the combat must grow doubtful
Between your reason and rebellious passions.
And this too; when you feel her touch, and breath
Like a swift western wind when it glides o’er
Arabia, creating gums and spices;
And, in the van, the nectar of her lips,
Which you must taste, bring the battalia on,
Well arm’d, and strongly lin’d with her discourse,