Nature does most in harmony delight.
Vols. How weak a deity would nature prove,
Contending with the powerful god of love!
Bayes. There's a great verse!
Vols. If incense thou wilt offer at the shrine
Of mighty Love, burn it to none but mine.
Her rosy lips eternal sweets exhale;
And her bright flames make all flames else look pale.
Bayes. Egad, that is right.
Pret. Perhaps dull incense may thy love suffice;