For we to him indeed all praises owe, 445 And daily thanks; I chiefly, who enjoy So far the happier lot, enjoying thee Pre-eminent by so much odds, while thou Like consort to thyself canst no where find. That day I oft remember, when from sleep 450 I first awaked, and found myself reposed Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
