Forever flushing round a summer sky:

There eke the soft delights that witchingly

Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,

And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;

But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest

Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.

The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6.

O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,

But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,

And heightens ease with grace.