The hook fhe bore, instead of Cynthia's fpear,
To lop the growth of the luxuriant year,
To decent form the lawless fhoots to bring,
And teach th' obedient branches where to fpring.
Now the cleft rind inferted graffs receives,
And yields an offspring more than nature gives;
Now fliding streams the thirsty plants renew,
And feed their fibres with reviving dew.
These cares alone her virgin breast employ,
Averfe from Venus and the nuptial joy.
Her private orchards, wall'd on ev'ry fide,
To lawless fylvans all access deny'd.
How oft' the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns,
Who haunt the forefts, or frequent the lawns,
The God whofe enfign scares the birds of prey,
And old Silenus, youthful in decay,
Nec jaculo gravis eft, fed adunca dextera falce:
Quà modo luxuriem premit, & fpatiantia paffim
Brachia compefcit: fifså modo cortice virgam
Inferit: & fuccos alieno præftat alumno.
Nec patitur fentire fitim: bibulæque recurvas
Radicis fibras labentibus irrigat undis.
Hic amor, hoc ftudium: Veneris quoque nulla cupido.
Vim tamen agreftum metuens, pomaria claudit
Intus: & acceffus prohibet refugitque viriles.
Quid non & Satyri, faltatibus apta juventus,
Fecere, & pinu præcineti cornua Panes,
Silvanufque, fuis femper juvenilior annis,
Quique Deus fures, vel falce, vel inguine terret,