He would leave his shining stars to dwell with thee.
For thou than Leda many fold770
Art fairer, or that maid of old
Whom Jove embraced in showers of gold.
Let Sparta boast her lovely dame,
Who, as his prize, to Paris came:
Though Helen's beauty drove the world to arms,775
She still must yield to our Poppaea's charms.
[Enter Messenger.]
But who comes here with hurried step and wild?