Whom lovely Venus, at a birth,
With [two sister Graces more], 15
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore:
Or whether (as some sager sing)
[The frolic wind] that breathes the spring,
Zephyr, with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a-Maying, 20
There, on beds of violets blue,
And fresh-blown roses washed in dew,
Filled her with thee, a daughter fair,