Mild as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,

Her hand soft touching, whispered thus: ‘Awake!

My fairest, my espoused, my latest found,

Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever-new delight.’ ”

Dr. Young, the poet of the “Night Thoughts,” addressing the idle and luxurious, says:

“Ye delicate! who nothing can support

(Yourselves most insupportable) for whom

The winter rose must blow, . . .

. . . and silky soft

Favonius breathe still softer or be chid!”