And from his downy pinions shakes perfume.
XXIX.
His name was Zephyrus; and next him sat
The beauteous goddess of the blooming year,
The constant partner of his rural state,
To heav’n and earth, to gods and mortals dear;
XXX.
Flora, bright pow’r, who sheds a thousand sweets
O’er thousand lands, what time her gifts appear,
What time her consort with his kisses greets