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With fervent vows t' attend the facrifice;
By pleafing finiles and numerous conquests known; Where, 'midft the brighteft nymphs, the bore the prize
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 fhine,
When Heaven did at Afteria's birth bestow Those lavish charms, with which she 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
Caftor and Pollux.
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 fhine! 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 shall receive
The dearest pledge propitious Heaven can give. Fann'd by these winds, your friendship's generous fire Shall burn more bright, and to fuch heights afpire, The wondering world fhall 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, But foon became her conquest too.
He dropp'd, half drawn, his feeble bow,
Difarm'd, he to his mother flies;
To Cupid now no lover's prayer
Fond mortals, of Dorinda's eyes.
A Round your couch while fighing lovers view
So mournful is the fcene, 'tis hard to tell
They feel not their own pains, while yours they fhare,
For bleeding veins a like relief is found,
When iron red-hot by burning ftops the wound.
E fwains, whom radiant beauty moves, Or mufic's art with founds divine, Think how the rapturous charm improves, Where two fuch gifts celestial join ;
Where Cupid's bow, and Phœbus' lyre,
While trembling notes are taught to wound.
Inquire not who's the matchefs fair,
CUPID, 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.