THE FIRST SECTION.
PSiche this while wandred the world about
With various errors to find Cupid out,
Hoping, although no matrimonial way,
Or beauty's force his anger might allay,
Yet prayers and duty sometimes do abate,
And humble service him propitiate.
She travell'd forth, until at length she found
A pleasant plain, with a fair Temple crown'd;
Then to her self she said, Ah, who can tell
Whether or no my husband there do dwell?
And with this thought she goes directly on,
Led with blind hope and with devotion:
Then entring in, she to the Altar bended,
And there perform'd her Orizons; which ended,
Casting her eyes about, she did espy
A world of instruments for husbandry,
As Forks, and Hooks, and Rakes, Sickles and Sithes,
Garlands, and Shears, and Corn for sacrifice.
Those ears that were confused she did sever,
And those that scatter'd lay she put together;
Thinking she ought no worship to decline
Of any thing that seem'd to be divine.