GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0472.phi001.perseus-eng3:61.96-61.115 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0472.phi001.perseus-eng3:61.96-61.115

Thou haply hearest. See the Links!How shake their locks begilt with gold:Prithee, new Bride come forth.Not lightly given thy mate to illJoys and adulterous delightsFoul fleshly pleasures seeking stillShall ever choose he lie o' nightsFar from thy tender paps.But as with pliant shoots the vineRound nearest tree-trunk winds her way,He shall be ever twined in thineEmbraces:— yet, lo! wanes the day:Prithee, come forth new Bride!Couchlet which to me and allWith bright white bedstead foot.What joys the lord of thee betide!What love-liesse on vaguing way0' nights! What sweets in morning tideFor thee be stored! Yet wanes the day: