CLOE, for Reafons good, You know,
Lives at the fober End o'th' Town.

IX.

With one great Peal They rap the Door,
Like Footmen on a Visiting-Day.

Folks at Her Houfe at fuch an Hour!

Lord! what will all the Neighbours fay?
X.

The Door is open'd: up They run:

Nor Prayers, nor Threats divert their Speed: Thieves, Thieves! cries SUS AN; We're undone; They'll kill my Mistress in her Bed.

XI.

In Bed indeed the Nymph had been

Three Hours: for all Hiftorians fay,

She commonly went up at Ten,
Unless Picquet was in the Way.
XII.

She wak'd, be fure, with ftrange Surprize.
O CUPID, is this Right or Law,
Thus to disturb the brightest Eyes,
That ever flept, or ever faw?

XIII.

Have You obferv'd a fitting Hare,

Lift'ning, and fearful of the Storm
Of Horns and Hounds, clap back her Ear,
Afraid to keep, or leave her Form?
XIV.

Or have you mark'd a Partridge quake,
Viewing the tow'ring Faulcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the Brake:

Nor wou'd she stay: nor dares fhe fly.

XV. Then

XV.

Then have You feen the Beauteous Maid;

When gazing on her Midnight Foes,
She turn'd each Way her frighted Head,

Then funk it deep beneath the Cloaths.
XVI.

VENUS this while was in the Chamber
Incognito: for SUSAN faid,

It smelt fo ftrong of Myrrh and Amber-
And SUSAN is no lying Maid.

XVII.

But fince We have no present Need
Of VENUS for an Episode;

With CUPID let us e'en proceed:

And thus to CLOE fpoke the God:

XVIII.

Hold up your Head: hold

up your Hand: Wou'd it were not my Lot to show ye

This cruel Writ, wherein you ftand

Indicted by the Name of CLO-E:

XIX.

For that by fecret Malice stirr'd,
Or by an emulous Pride invited,

You have purloin'd the fav'rite Bird,

In which my Mother moft delighted.
XX.

Her blushing Face the lovely Maid

Rais'd just above the milk-white Sheet.

A Rofe-Tree in a Lilly Bed,

Nor glows fo red, nor breathes so sweet.
XXI.

Are you not He whom Virgins fear,

And Widows court? Is not your Name

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CUPID? If fo, pray come not near---

Fair Maiden, I'm the very fame.

XXII.

Then what have I, good Sir, to fay,

Or do with Her, You call your If I fhou'd meet Her in my Way,

Mother?

We hardly court'fy to each other..
XXIII.

DIANA Chafte, and HE BE Sweet,

Witness that what I speak is true:

I wou'd not give my Paroquet

For all the DOVES that ever flew.
XXIV.

Yet, to compofe this Midnight Noife,

Go freely fearch where-e'er you pleafe: (The Rage that rais'd, adorn'd Her Voice) Upon yon' Toilet lie my Keys.

XXV.

Her Keys He takes; her Doors unlocks;

Thro' Wardrobe, and thro' Closet bounces;

Peeps into ev'ry Cheft and Box;

Turns all her Furbeloes and Flounces.

XXVI.

But Dov E, depend on't, finds He none;
So to the Bed returns again:
And now the Maiden, bolder grown.
Begins to treat Him with Difdain.
XXVII.

I marvel much, She smiling faid,

Your Poultry cannot yet be found:

Lies he in yonder Slipper dead,

Or, may be, in the Tea-pot drown'd?

XXVIII, No2

XXVIII.

No, Traytor, angry Love replies,

He's hid fomewhere about Your Breaft; A Place, nor God, nor Man denies,

For VENUS' DOVE the proper

XXIX.

Nest.

Search then, She faid, put in your Hand,

And CYNTHIA, dear Protectress, guard Me:

As guilty I, or free may stand,

Do Thou, or punish, or reward me.
XXX.

But ah! what Maid to Love can truft?

He fcorns, and breaks all Legal Power:
Into her Breaft his Hand He thruft;

And in a Moment forc'd it lower.
XXXI.

O, whither do thofe Fingers rove,

Cries CLO E, treacherous Urchin, whither?

O VENUS! I fhall find thy DOVE,
Says He; for fure I touch his Feather.

In

A LOVER's ANGER.

ASCLOE came into the Room t' other Day,
I peevish began; Where fo long cou'd You stay?
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 Baubles and Seals.

A

A Temper fo heedlefs no Mortal can bear----
Thus far I went on with a refolute Air.
Lord blefs Me! faid She; let a Body but speak:

Here's an ugly hard Rofe-Bud fall'n into my
Neck:
It has hurt Me, and vext Me to fuch a Degree----
See here; for You never believe Me; pray fee,
On the left side my Breast what a Mark it has made,
So faying, her Bofom She careless difplay'd.
That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey'd ;
And forgot ev'ry Word I defign'd to have faid.

MERCURY and CUPID.

IN fullen Humour one Day Jove

Sent HERMES down to IDA's Grove,
Commanding CUPID to deliver

His Store of Darts, his total Quiver ;
That HERMES fhou'd the Weapons break,
Or throw 'em into LETHE' 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.
How fullen JUPITER, just now

I think I faid: and You'll allow,
That CUPID was as bad as He:
Hear but the Youngster's Repartée.
Come Kinsman (said the little God)
Put off your Wings; lay by your Rod;

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