While far and near tall marjoram bedecked the fairy ground,
Loading with sweets the vagrant winds that frolicked all around.”[[1814]]
In the ordinary bucolic poets women to be sure are sketched with a rude pencil, though coquettish as queens, of which we have an exemplification in the picture on the shepherd’s cup:[[1815]]
And there, by ivy shaded, sits a maid divinely wrought,
With veil and circlet on her brows, by two fond lovers sought.
Both beautiful with flowing hair, both sueing to be heard,
On this side one, the other there, but neither is preferred.
For now on this, on that anon, she pours her witching smile,
Like sunshine on the buds of hope, in falsehood all and guile,
Though ceaselessly, with swelling eyes, they seek her heart to move,