3640Nay, thou shouldst be whate'er fond babblers prate,
Albino's goddess, though Narcissus' hate.
Oh! would to Jove I were in courteous France,
Or else that happy place in France with me,
That with more tongues thou mightst make ama dance
Within these silent woods from tree to tree.
Or would thou hadst imperial power from Jove,
In the imperious mood to bid her love.'
Quoth she, 'Unworthy of a conquest's he
That for a cannon's roar his ensigns veils: