60 A Dialogue between 



Refreshments, Gods and Men, when tired, love 

 And in Recesses there sweetly improve, 

 While Love with his expanded Charms provokes 

 The Amorous Doves, whom Venus kindly Yokes, 

 And with most Celebrated speed then flys, 

 To Paphos to the Morning Sacrifice. 



No sooner can Auroras golden face disclose, 

 And Living Clocks tell Night's gone to repose, 

 But I my Sheep and Lambs most careful view, 

 And from full udders then extract the dew, 

 Due to great Pan, and of my kine take care, 

 The joyful Issue of their Mothers fair; 

 But what Redounds from y our Elaborat care and skill, 

 Declare, for I expect it, with Impatience still. 



I view the Meads, and see how Flora's Love 

 Not given in vain, and Mortal's still Improve 

 By spacious Landskips, to our nicer eyes, 

 The true Contentments slugards seldom prize, 

 Who spends three parts of Lingering life in sleep, 

 Then rise to dine and sup, again to creep 

 Between the sheets, with drowsie dreams there ly, 

 Like Morpheus in his latest Agony. 



But yet declare the pleasure that you reap, 

 Among the streams are swift, and wide, and deep, 

 For I've observ'd, that there you're most an end. 

 Piscator, pray now tell unto thy friend, 



Thy long experience, I'll with Joy attend, 



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