Odes 1.23 (Creech): Vitas Hinnuleo

YOu fly me, Maid, as tender Fawns
Seek absent Dams in deep despair;
O're craggy Rocks, o're Woods and Lawns,
And idly fear at every breath of Air.

If Winds do whistle thrô the Grove,
Or ruffle Vin[...]s; they quickly start,
If Lizzards in a Bramble move,
An Icy trembling runs thrô every part.

Not Tyger I or angry Bore
Pursue Thee, Chloe, to destroy,
Attend thy Mother's heels no more
Now grown mature for Man, and ripe for Joy.