Chapter III

Women pass in ermine dress, Sable, too, and miniver, And the shivering goddesses Haste to don the fashion's fur.

Venus of the Brine comes forth, In her hooded mantle's fluff. Flora, blown by breezes North, Hides her fingers in her muff.

And the shepherdesses round Of Coustou and Coysevox, Finding scarves too light have wound Furs about their throats of snow.