Fired with this thought, at once he strain’d the breast, And on the lips a loving kiss impress’d. ’Tis true, the harden’d breast resists the gripe, And the cold lips return a kiss unripe: But when, retiring back, he look’d again, To think it ivory was a thought too mean; With flattery now he seeks her mind to move, And now with gifts, the powerful bribes of love: He furnishes her closet first, and fills The crowded shelves with rarities of shells; Adds orient pearls, which from the conchs he drew, And all the sparkling stones of various hue; And parrots, imitating human tongue, And singing birds, in silver cages hung; And every fragrant flower and odorous green Were sorted well, with lumps of amber laid between: Rich fashionable robes her person deck, Pendants her ears, and pearls adorn her neck: Her taper’d fingers too with rings are graced, And an embroider’d zone surrounds her slender waist. Thus like a queen array’d, so richly dress’d, Beauteous she show’d, but unadorn’d the best. Then from the floor he raised a royal bed,