Words, as her beauty, or my love;
Such as compar'd with which, the joys
Of the most happy seem but toys:
Affection I receive and pay,
My pleasures knew not Grief's allay:
The more I tasted I desir'd,
20The more I quench'd my thirst was fir'd.
Now, in some place where Nature shows
Her naked beauty, we repose;
Where she allures the wand'ring eye