Chapter V

_The Virgin here shows no disdain,_ }
_Nor does the Shepherd Sigh in vain,_ }
_This knows no Cruelty, nor that no Pain:_ }
_No Youth complains upon his rigorous fair;_ }
_No injur’d Maid upon her perjur’d dear,_ }
_’.is only_ Love, _fond_ Love _finds entrance here;_ }
_The Notes of Birds, the Murmuring Boughs,_
_When gentle Winds glide through the Glades,_
_Soft Sighs of Love, and soft breath’d Vows,_
_The tender Whisperings of the yielding Maids,_
_Dashing Fountains, Purling Springs,_
_The short breath’d crys from faint resistance sent,_
_(Crys which no aid desires or brings)_
_The soft effects of Fear and Languishment;_
_The little struggling of the fair,_
_The trembling force of the young Conqueror,_
_The tender Arguments he brings,_
_The pretty Non-sence with which she assails._
_Which as she speaks, she hopes it nought prevails_
_But yielding owns her_ Love _above her Reasonings,_
_Is all is heard: Silence and shade the rest._
_Which best with_ Love, _which best with Joys consist,_
_All which young Eccho’s through the Bower does sing,_
_Where every thing is heard, that’s sweet and ravishing._