What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours br Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, br Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou br In wreaths thy golden hair, br Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he br On faith and changèd gods complain: and seas br Rough with black winds and storms br Unwonted shall admire: br Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, br Who always vacant always amiable br Hopes thee; of flattering gales br Unmindful? Hapless they br To whom thou untried seem'st fair. Me in my vowed br Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung br My dank and dropping weeds br To the stern god of the sea.