GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.10.10-3.10.29 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:3.10.10-3.10.29

First Ceres made our wheat and barley grow,And taught us how to plough, and how to mow;Who then can think that she designs to proveOur piety, by coldness in our love ?Or make poor lovers sigh, lament, and groan,Or charge her votaries to lie alone ?For Ceres, though she loves the fruitful fields,Yet sometimes feels the force of love, and yields:This Crete can witness, (Crete not always lies)Crete that nurs'd Jove, and heard his infant cries,There he was suckled who now rules the skies.That Jove his education there receiv'd,Will raise her fame, and make her be believ'd;Nay she herself will never strive to hideHer love, 'tis too well known to be denied:She saw young Jasius in the Cretan grovePursue the deer, she saw, and fell in love.She then perceived when first she felt the fire,On this side modesty, on that desire;Desire prevail'd, and then the field grew dry,