Forgot the beverage—and pined away.
“And must my offspring languish in my sight?”
(Alive to all a mother’s pain, 10
The Queen of Beauty thus her court address’d)
“No: Let the most discreet of all my train
Receive him to her breast:
Think all, he is the God of young delight.”
Then Tenderness with Candour join’d, 15
And Gaiety the charming office sought;
Nor even Delicacy stay’d behind: