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For ftruggling flaves a fharper doom sustain,
Than fuch as ftoop obedient to the chain.
I own thy power, almighty Love! I'm thine;
With pinion'd hands behold me here refign!
Let this fubmiffion then my life obtain;


Small praise 'twill be, if thus unarm'd I'm flain. Go, join thy mother's doves; with myrtle braid thy hair;


The god of war himself a chariot fhall prepare ;
Then thou triumphant through the fhouting throng
Shalt ride, and move with art the willing birds along;
While captive youths and maids, in folemn state,

Adorn the scene, and on thy triumph wait.
There I, a later conqueft of thy bɔw,

In chains will follow too; and as I go,



To pitying eyes the new-made wound will flow.
Next, all that dare Love's fovereign power defy,
In fetters bound, inglorious fhall pass by:
All shall submit to thee-Th' applauding crowd
Shall fift their hands, and fing thy praife aloud.
Soft looks fall in thy equipage appear,
With amorous play, mistake, and jealous fear.
Be this thy guard, great Love!-be this thy train;
Since thefe extend o'er men and gods thy reign; 35
But, robb'd of thefe, thy power is weak and vain.
From heaven thy mother shall the pomp furvey,
And, fmiling, scatter fragrant fhowers of roles in thy


Whilft thou, array'd in thy unrival'd pride,
On golden wheels, all gold thy felf, shalt ride:



Thy spreading wings shall richest diamonds wear,
And gems fha:1 sparkle in thy lovely hair.

Thus paffing by, thy arm shall hurl around



Ten thoufand fires, ten thousand hearts fhall wound.
This is thy practice, Love, and this thy gain;
From this thou canít not, if thou would'st, refrain;
Since ev'n thy prefence, with prolific heat,
Does reach the heart, and active flames create.
From conquer'd India, so the * Jovial God,
Drawn o'er the plains by harness'd tigers, rode,
Then fince, great Love, I take a willing place
Amidft thy fpoils, the facred fhow to grace;
O cease to wound, and let thy fatal store
Of piercing fhafts be spent on me no inore.
No more, too powerful in my charmer's eyes,
Torment a flave, that for her beauty dies ;
Or look in fmiles from thence, and I shall be
A flave no longer, but a God, like thee!




COME, my Mufe, a Venus draw ;

Not the fame the Grecians faw,

By the fam'd Apelles wrought,
Beauteous offspring of his thought.

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No fantastic goddess mine,

Fiction far fhe does outfhine.
Queen of fancy! hither bring
On thy gaudy-feather'd wing
All the beauties of the fpring.
Like the bee's induftrious pains
To collect his golden gains,
So from every flower and plant
Gather first th' immortal paint.
Fetch me lilies, fetch me rofes,
Daifies, violets, cowflip-pofies.
Amaranthus' parrot pride,
Woodbines, Pinks, and what befide
Does th' embroider'd meads adorn,
Where the fawns and fatyrs play
In the merry month of May.
Steal the blush of opening morn ;
Borrow Cynthia's filver white,.
When the shines at noon of night,
Free from clouds to veil her light.
Juno's bird his tail shall spread,
Iris' bow its colours fhed,
All to deck this charming piece,.
Far furpaffing ancient Greece.

First her graceful ftature show,
Not too tall, not yet too low.
Fat the must not be, nor lean;

Let her shape be straight and clean;
Small her wafte, and, thence increaft,
Gently fwells her rifing breast..

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Next, in comely order trace

All the glories of her face.
Paint her neck of Ivory,

Smiling cheeks, and forehead high,
Ruby lips, and sparkling eyes,


Whence refiftless lightning flies.

Foolish Mufe! what haft thou done?


Scarce th' Outlines are yet begun,
Ere thy pencil's thrown aside!
'Tis no matter, Love reply`d;
(Love's unlucky God stood by)
At one ftroke behold how I
Will th' unfinish'd draught fupply.
Smiling then he took his dart,
And drew her picture in my heart.

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LET Phoebus his late happiness rehearse,


And grace Barn-Elms with never-dying verse! Smooth was the Thames, his waters fleeping lay, Unwak'd by winds that o'er the surface play; When th' early god, arising from the East, Disclos'd the golden dawn, with blushes drest. First in the ftream his own bright form he fees, But brighter forms fhine through the neighbouring


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He speeds the rifing day, and sheds his light
Redoubled on the grove, to gain a nearer fight.
Not with more speed his Daphne he pursued,
Nor fair Leucothoe with fuch pleasure view'd ;
Five dazzling nymphs in graceful pomp appear;
He thinks his Daphne and Leucothoe here,
Join'd with that heavenly three, who on mount Ide 15
Defcending once the prize of beauty try`d.

Ye verdant Elms, that towering grace this grove,
Be facred ftill to Beauty, and to Love!
No thunder break, nor lightning glare between
Your twisted boughs, but fuch as then was seen.
The grateful fun will every morning rise
Propitious here, saluting from the skies
Your lofty tops, indulg'd with sweetest air,
And every spring your loffes he'll repair;
Nor his own laurels more shall be his care.






AN altar raife to Friendship's holy flame,

Infcrib'd with Phoebe's and Afteria's name!

Around it mingled in a folemn band,
Let Phoebe's lovers, and Afteria's stand,

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