"Gay plants, green herbage, rill of limpid vein, And, grateful with cool shade, thou gloomy cave, Where oft, by many wooed with fruitless pain, Beauteous Angelica, the child of grave King Galaphron, within my arms has lain;
For the convenient harbourage you gave, I, poor Medoro, can but in my lays, As recompence, for ever sing your praise.