‘So spake our general mother, and with eyes
Of conjugal attraction unreprov’d,
And meek surrender, half-embracing lean’d
On our first father; half her swelling breast
Naked met his under the flowing gold
Of her loose tresses hid: he in delight
Both of her beauty and submissive charms;
Smil’d with superior love, as Jupiter
On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds
That shed May flowers.’