Idas with Phœbus for Marpessa vied,
But for her beauties, not her wealth he sigh’d,
When godlike Pelops Hippodamia won,
He panted for her virgin charms alone.
With native grace these nymphs inflam’d the heart,
Unskill’d in ornament, devoid of art;
In the sweet blush of modesty alone,
And smiles of innocence attir’d, they shone.
Then needless artifice, dear maid, forbear
What charms the lover best, adorns the fair.