Loud Cupid laugh’d, to see the God’s mistake:
And laughing cried, learn better, great Divine,
To know thy kindred, and to honour mine.
Rightly advis’d, far hence thy sister seek,
Or on Meander’s banks, or Latmus’ peak.
But in this nymph, my friend, my sister know;
She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow.
Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighbouring grove,
Sacred to soft recess, and gentle Love.
Go with thy Cynthia, hurl the pointed spear