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A lady's watch needs neither figures nor wheels;
'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with baubles and seals.
A temper so heedless no mortal can bear-
Thus far I went on with a resolute air.

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Lord bless me, said she; let a body but speak:
Here's an ugly hard rose-bud fall'n into my neck; 10
It has hurt me, and vexed 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 displayed:
That seat of delight I with wonder surveyed,
And forgot every word I designed to have said.

MERCURY AND CUPID.

IN 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 them into Lethe's lake.

Hermes, you know, must do his errand:
He found his man, produced his warrant;
Cupid, your darts-this very hour—
There's no contending against power.

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,

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But you fly fast; and 'tis but seven.
We'll take one cooling cup of nectar;
And drink to this celestial hector-

He break my dart, 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 them:
From Cloe's eyes he shall receive them.
There's one, the best in all my quiver,
Twang! through his very heart and liver,
He then shall pine, and sigh, and rave:
Good lord! what bustle shall we have!
Neptune must straight be sent to sea,
And Flora summoned twice a day:
One must find shells, and t'other flowers,
For cooling grots, and fragrant bowers,
That Cloe may be served in state:
The Hours must at her toilet wait:
Whilst all the reasoning fools below
Wonder their watches go too slow.
Lybs must fly south, and Eurus east,
For jewels for her hair and breast;
No matter though their cruel haste
Sink cities, and lay forests waste;
No matter though this fleet be lost;
Or that lie wind-bound on the coast.
What whispering in my mother's ear!
What care, that Juno should not hear!
What work among you scholar gods!
Phoebus must write him amorous odes:
And thou, poor cousin, must compose
His letters in submissive prose;
Whilst haughty Cloe, to sustain

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The honour of my mystic reign,
Shall all his gifts and vows disdain;
And laugh at your old bully's pain.

Dear coz., said Hermes in a fright,

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For Heaven's sake, keep your darts! good night.

ON BEAUTY.

A RIDDLE.

RESOLVE me, Cloe, what is this:
Or forfeit me one precious kiss.
'Tis the first offspring of the Graces;
Bears different forms in different places;
Acknowledged fine, where'er beheld;
Yet fancied finer, when concealed.
"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.
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 ruined Troy.
This showed great kindness to old Greece,
And helped rich Jason to the fleece.

This through the east just vengeance hurled,
And lost poor Anthony the world.
Injured, though Lucrece found her doom;
This banished tyranny from Rome.
Appeased though Lais gained her hire;
This set Persepolis on fire.

For this Alcides learned to spin:
His club laid down, and lion's skin.
For this Apollo deigned to keep,

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With servile care, a mortal's sheep.
For this the father of the gods,
Content to leave his high abodes,
In borrowed figures loosely ran,
Europa's bull, and Leda's swan,
For this he reassumes the nod,
(While Semele commands the god)
Launches the bolt, and shakes the poles;
Though Momus laughs, and Juno scolds.
Here listening Cloe smiled and said;
Your riddle is not hard to read:
I guess it-Fair one, if you do;
Need I, alas! the theme pursue?
For this thou see'st, for this I leave,
Whate'er the world thinks wise or grave;
Ambition, business, friendship, news,
My useful books, and serious Muse.
For this I willingly decline

The mirth of feasts, and joys of wine;
And choose to sit and talk with thee
(As thy great orders may decree)

Of cocks and bulls, and flutes and fiddles,
Of idle tales, and foolish riddles.

THE QUESTION, TO LISETTA.
WHAT nymph should I admire, or trust,
But Cloe, beauteous Cloe, just!
What nymph should I desire to see,
But her who leaves the plain for me!
To whom should I compose the lay,
But her who listens when I play!
To whom, in song, repeat my cares,
But her who in my sorrow shares!

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For whom should I the garland make,
But her who joys the gift to take,
And boasts she wears it for my sake!
In love am I not fully blest?
Lisetta, pr'ythee tell the rest.

LISETTA'S REPLY.

SURE, Cloe just, and Cloe fair,
Deserves to be your only care;
But when you and she to-day
Far into the wood did stray,
And I happened to pass by,
Which way did you cast your eye!
But when your cares to her you sing,
Yet dare not tell her whence they spring;
Does it not more afflict your heart,
That in those cares she bears a part!
When you the flowers for Cloe twine,
Why do you to her garland join
The meanest bud that falls from mine!
Simplest of swains! the world may see,
Whom Cloe loves, and who loves me.

THE GARLAND.

1 THE pride of every grove I chose,
The violet sweet, and lily fair,
The dappled pink, and blushing rose,
To deck my charming Cloe's hair.

2 At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place
Upon her brow the various wreath;
The flowers less blooming than her face;
The scent less fragrant than her breath.

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