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Diana chaste, and Hebe sweet,
I would not give my paroquet
Yet, to compose this midnight noise,
(The rage that rais'd, adorn'd her voice)
Her keys he takes; her doors unlocks:
Peeps into every chest and box;
But Dove, depend on’t, finds he none;
And now the maiden, bolder grown,
I marvel much, she smiling said,
Lies he in yonder slipper dead,
No, traitor, angry Love replies,
A place nor god norman denies,
Search then, she said, put in your hand,
As guilty I, or free may stand,
But ah! what maid to Love can trust;
Into her breast his hand he thrust;
O, whither do those fingers rove,
O Venus ! I shall find thy Dove,
A LOWER'S ANGER.
oys Cloe came into the room t'other day, I peevish began; where so long could : you stay? * In your life-time you never regarded your hour: You promis'd at two; and (pray look, child)’tis four. A lady's watch needs neither figures nor wheels: 'Tis enough, that’tis loaded with bawbles and seals. A temper so heedless no mortal can bear— Thus far I went on with a resolute air. Lord bless me, said she ; let a body but speak: 9 Here's an ugly hard rose-bud fall’n into my neck; It has hurt me, and vex'd me to such a degree— See here ! for you never believe me; pray see, On the left side my breast what a mark it has made So saying, her bosom she careless display'd: That seat of delight I with wonder survey'd, And forgot overy word I design'd to have said.
MERCURY AND CUPID.
o;N sullen humour one day Jove § Sent Hermes down to Ida's grove, Commanding Cupid to deliver * His store of darts, his total quiver; That Hermes should the weapons break, Or throw'em into Lethe's lake. Hermes, you know, must do his errand: He found his man, produc’d his warrant; Cupid, your darts—this very hour— There's no contending against power. 10 How sullen Jupiter, just now, I think I said; and you'll allow, That Cupid was as bad as he: Hear but the youngster's repartee. Come, kinsman (said the little god), Put off your wings, lay by your rod; Retire with me to yonder bower, And rest yourself for half an hour: "Tis far indeed from hence to Heaven: But you fly fast; and ’tis but seven. 20 We'll take one cooling cup of nectar; And drink to this celestial Hector— He break my darts, or hurt my power He, Leda's swan, and Danae's shower Go, bid him his wife's tongue restrain, And mind his thunder, and his rain.My darts! O certainly I'll give 'em:
From Cloe's eyes he shall receive 'em.
ON BEAUTY. A RIDDLE.
* ESOLVE me, Cloe, what is this: § Or forfeit me one precious kiss. "Tis the first offspring of the Graces; * Bears different forms indifferent places; Acknowledg'd fine, where'er beheld : Yet fancied finer when conceal’d. 'Twas Flora's wealth, and Circe's charm ; Pandora's box of good and harm: ‘Twas Mars's wish, Endymion's dream ; Apelles' draught, and Ovid's theme. 10 This guided Theseus through the maze; And sent him home with life and praise. But this undid the Phrygian boy; And blew the flames that ruin’d Troy. This shew’d great kindness to old Greece, And help'd rich Jason to the fleece. This through the east just vengeance hurl’d, And lost poor Anthony the world. Injur'd, though Lucrece found her doom; This banish'd tyranny from Rome. 20 Appeas'd though Lais gain’d her hire: This set Persepolis on fire. For this Alcides learn'd to spin : His club laid down, and lion's skin. For this Apollo deign'd to keep, With servile care, a mortal's sheep. For this the Father of the gods,