37
A filmy Cendal winds around her waist, which del’icate sense conceals by modest veiling; and yet not all conceal’d, nor all confest, the veil, red-blushing lilies oft revealing:
With warmer fondness still to ’flame his breast she woos his sight with secret charms assailing:
Now all Olympus shakes with jealous jars, rage burneth Vulcan, Love inflameth Mars.