Each learn'd to hold the other dear,
In perfect unison of thought.

Their forms, their talents, and their talk,
Seem'd match'd by some angelic powers,
Ne'er grew upon a rose's stalk
A sweeter pair of social flowers.

Fortunio was the stripling's name,
Cornelia his affection's queen,
Both to all eyes, where'er they came,
Endear'd by their attractive mien.

For like a pair of fairy sprites,
Endued with soft aetherial grace,
Enrapt in musical delights
They hardly seem'd of mortal race!

Often the youth, in early morn,
Awak'd a social sylvan flute.
To notes as gay, as Dian's horn,
Or tender, as Apollo's lute.

Then, at his side, his sovereign fair
Appear'd the rising day to greet,
Uniting to his dulcet air
Devotion's song divinely sweet.

A fund of joys, that never waste,
Nature to this sweet pair had given;