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Nor at first fight, like most, admires the fair
you he lives; and you alone shall share
appear, Destroy the promise of the youthful year ; 109 Nor winds, when first your florid orchard blows, Shake the light blossoms from their blasted boughs! Haec ubi nequicquam formas Deus aptus in
omnes, Edidit; in juvenem rediit: et anilia demit Instrumenta fibi: talisque adparuit illi, Qualis ubi oppositas nitidiflima solis imago I15 Evicit nubes, nullaque obstante reluxit. Vimque parat: sed vi non est opus: inque figura Capta Dei Nympha est, et mutua vulnera sentit,
This when the various God had urg'd in vain, He strait assum'd his native form again; Such, and so bright an aspect now he bears, 114 As when thro'clouds th' emerging sun appears, And thence exerting his refulgent ray, Dispels the darkness, and reveals the day. Force he prepar'd, but check'd the ralh design; For when, appearing in a form divine, The Nymph surveys him, and beholds the
grace Of charming features, and a youthful face! In her soft breast consenting passions move, And the warm maid confess'd a mutual love.