Whom the maids with tresses fair,
Sister Graces, make their care—
Thee Cythera nourish'd—thee
Pitho, with the radiant brow;
And 'mid bowers where roses blow
Led thy laughing infancy. —Bland.
Alexis. (Book xiii. § 18, p. 904.)
Dost thou see any fellow poll'd and shaven,
And askest me from whence the cause should come?