TO AMORET.
Reading edition
1 Amoret! the Milky Way Framed of many nameless stars! The smooth stream where none can say He this drop to that prefers!
2 Amoret! my lovely foe! Tell me where thy strength does lie? Where the pow'r that charms us so? In thy soul, or in thy eye?
3 By that snowy neck alone, Or thy grace in motion seen, No such wonders could he done; Yet thy waist is straight and clean As Cupid's shaft, or Hermes' rod, And pow'rful, too, as either god.