On Beds of Vi'lets, all the Day,
The Charming Floriana lay;
The little Cupids hover'd in the Air,
They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.
Phœbus delay'd his Course a while,
Charm'd with the spell of such a Smile,
Whilst weary Plough-men curs'd the stay,
Of the too Uxorious Day:
The little Cupids hover'd in the Air,
They peep'd and smil'd, and thought their Mother there.