Odes 2.5 (Creech): Nondum Subacta

THy Heifer, Friend, is hardly broak,
Her neck uneasy to the Yoke;
She cannot draw the Plough, nor bear
The weight of the obliging Steer:
In flowry Meads is her delight,
Those charm her Tast and please her sight:
Or else she flies the burning Beams
To quench her Thirst in cooler Streams;
Or with the Calves thro Pastures plays,
And wantons all her easy days:
Forbear, design no hasty Rape
On such a green, untimely Grape:
Soon ruddy Autumn will produce
Plump Clusters, ripe, and fit to use:
She now that flies, shall then pursue,
She now that's courted doat on you:
For Age whirls on, and every year
It takes from Thee it adds to Her:
Soon Lalage, shall soon proclaim
Her love, nor blush to own her Flame:
Lov'd more, for she more kindly warms
Than Phloe coy, or Cloris Charms,
So pure her Breast, so fair a White
As in a clear and smiling Night,
In quiet Floods the Silver Moon
Or Cretan Gyges never Shone;
Who, plac't amongst the Maids, defies
A skilful Stranger's praying Eys;
So smooth his doubtful looks appear,
So loose to Womanish his Hair: