Tinges the Main,Or climb he lofty Alpine Crest and noteWorks monumental, Caesar's grandeur telling,Rhine Gallic, horrid Ocean and remoteBritons low-dwelling;All these (whatever shall the will designOf Heaven-homed Gods) Oh ye prepared to tempt; Announce your briefest to that damsel mine In words unkempt :—Live she and love she wenchers several,Embrace three hundred wi' the like requitals, None truly loving and withal of allBursting the vitals: My love regard she not, my love of yore,Which fell through fault of her, as falls the fair Last meadow-floret whenas passed it o'ertouch of the share.