In every dress and every form to please:
Disguised Vertumnus, wandering round the world,
On the Dalmatian coast by Fate was hurled,
Where by her mother’s stream the virgin played;
The courting god with all his arts assayed
(But unsuccessful still) the haughty maid.
Yet, as the changing colours pleased her eyes,
He put on every form that might surprise,
Dres’t in all Nature’s sweet varieties:
To suit his mind to her wild humour strove,