Casts round a friendly glance, and greets him by his name.
“What! is it thou?” the startled sire
In sullen tone exclaimed, while ire
With crimson flushed his pale and wrinkled cheek:
“Wouldst thou again with amorous rage
Inflame my bosom? Steeled by age,
Vain boy, to pierce my breast thine arrows are too weak.
“What seek you in this desert drear?
No smiles or sports inhabit here;
Ne’er did these vallies witness dalliance sweet:
Eternal winter binds the plains;
Age in my house despotic reigns;
My garden boasts no flower, my bosom boasts no heat.
“Begone, and seek the blooming bower,
Where some ripe virgin courts thy power,
Or bid provoking dreams flit round her bed;
On Damon’s amorous breast repose;
Wanton on Chloe’s lip of rose,
Or make her blushing cheek a pillow for thy head.
“Be such thy haunts! These regions cold
Avoid! Nor think grown wise and old
This hoary head again thy yoke shall bear:
Remembering that my fairest years
By thee were marked with sighs and tears,
I think thy friendship false, and shun the guileful snare.
“I have not yet forgot the pains
I felt, while bound in Julia’s chains:
The ardent flames with which my bosom burned;
The nights I passed deprived of rest;
The jealous pangs which racked my breast;
My disappointed hopes, and passion unreturned.
“Then fly, and curse mine eyes no more!
Fly from my peaceful cottage-door!
No day, no hour, no moment shalt thou stay.
I know thy falsehood, scorn thy arts,
Distrust thy smiles, and fear thy darts:
Traitor, begone, and seek some other to betray!”—
“Does age, old man, your wits confound?”
Replied the offended god, and frowned:
[His frown was sweet as is the virgin’s smile!]
“Do you to me these words address?
To me, who do not love you less,
Though you my friendship scorn, and pleasures past revile!
“If one proud fair you chanced to find,
An hundred other nymphs were kind,
Whose smiles might well for Julia’s frowns atone:
But, such is man! his partial hand
Unnumbered favours writes on sand,
But stamps one little fault on solid lasting stone.
“Ingrate! Who led thee to the wave,
