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With fervent vows t' attend the facrifice;
By pleafing finiles and numerous conquests known ; Where, 'midst the brightest nymphs, the bore the
From all-from all but her Afteria's eyes.
Thus in romantic hiftories we read
Of tournaments by some great prince decreed,.. Where two companion-knights their lances wield With matchlefs force, and win, from all, the field; 25. Till one, o'erheated in the courfe, retires,
And feels within his veins a fever's fires ;
His grieving friend his laurels throws away,
Like meeting rivers, in one stream they flow,
And no divided joys or forrows know.
Not the bright twins, prefer'd in heaven to shine,
Fair Leda's fons, in fuch a league could join.
One foul, as fables tell, by turns fupply'd
When Heaven did at Afteria's birth bestow
Thofe lavish charms, with which the wounds us fo, To form her glorious mind, it did inspire
A double portion of th' ætherial fire,
That half might afterward be thence convey'd,
So India boasts a tree, that spreads around
Of Phoebe's health we need not fend to know
See what black clouds arife, when tempefts lour, 60
Such be thy fate, bright maid! from this decline Arife renew'd the charms, and doubly shine! And as that dawning planet was addrest With offer'd incenfe by th' adoring east, So we'll with fongs thy glad recovery greet, The Mufe fhall lay her prefents at thy feet; With open arms, Afteria fhall receive
The dearest pledge propitious Heaven can give. Fann'd by these winds, your friendship's generous fire Shall burn more bright, and to such heights afpire, The wondering world shall think you from above Come down to teach how happy angels love.
AME of Dorinda's conquest brought
The god of love her charms to view;
To wound th' unwary maid he thought,
He dropp'd, half drawn, his feeble bow,
Difarm'd, he to his mother flies;
To Cupid now no lover's prayer
A Round your couch while fighing lovers view
So mournful is the fcene, 'tis hard to tell
Which face betrays the fick, or who is well.
They feel not their own pains, while yours they fhare, Worfe tortur'd now, than lately by defpair.
For bleeding veins a like relief is found,
When iron red-hot by burning ftops the wound.
BEAUTY AND MUSI C.
E fwains, whom radiant beauty moves,
Think how the rapturous charm improves,
Where Cupid's bow, and Phoebus' lyre,
While trembling notes are taught to wound.
Inquire not who's the matchefs fair,
That can this double death bestow :
UPID, furvey thy fhining train around
Of favorite nymphs, for conquest most renown'd ; The lovely warriors that in bright array
Thy power fupport, and propagate thy fway.
Then say what beauteous general wilt thou choose, 5 To lead the fair Brigade against thy rebel foes?
Behold the god advance in comely pride, Arm'd with his bow, his quiver by his fide.