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Ore avido intuitus Nympham, placidoque beatus Vulnere, adefte (inquam) nascentem augete Sodales

Lætitiam, mollique toro properate recentes
Accumulare rofas, dum prodiga veris odori

Copia deficiat; lasciva in tempora Myrrhæ
Lacrymulas fuavemque Electri fundite rorem,
Fundite opes Arabum varias: date carmen amicum,
Et pulfate lyram fidibufque adjuncta canoris
Tympana; Tuque ades, ô formæ pulcherrima Virgo,
Tu, cujus rosea ora & clari fulgur ocelli
Delicias fpirant, toto quas pectore Princeps
Exoptat: palmam referas, atque annue votis.
O Virgo ante alias, quam regius ardet Amator,
Eoum qui fceptra quatit metuenda per orbem!

Sic fatus, Solioque fimul delapfus ab aureo, Paffu humili accedens, oblati pignus amoris Tendebam fupplex; altæque Infignia Frontis Exutus, Nymphæ crines ornare parabam, Sollicito prodens ardentia pectora vultu.

O Virgo dilecta (iterumque iterumque rogabam)

Indue, quam merita es, palmam, & fpectanda decoræ Præmia frontis habe; Sociis prælata puellis

Splendebis; Sociæ peragent tua juffa puellæ.

Surge age, deliciæ; fequere ô mea fola voluptas! Pro

Fix'd on her Charms, and pleas'd that I could love, Aid me my Friends, contribute to improve Your Monarch's Blifs, I faid; fresh Roses bring To ftrow my Bed; 'till the impov'rish'd Spring Confefs her Want; around my am'rous Head Be dropping Myrrhe, and liquid Amber shed, "Till ARAB has no more. From the foft Lyre, Sweet Flute, and ten-ftring'd Inftrument, require Sounds of Delight: and Thou, fair Nymph, draw nigh; Thou, in whose graceful Form, and potent Eye Thy Master's Joy long fought at length is found; And as thy Brow, let my Defires be crown'd; O fav'rite Virgin, that hast warm'd the Breast, Whose fov'reign Dictates fubjugate the East!

I said; and sudden from the golden Throne
With a fubmiffive Step I hafted down.
The glowing Garland from my Hair I took,
Love in my Heart, Obedience in my Look;
Prepar❜d to place it on her comely Head:
O fav'rite Virgin! (yet again I faid)
Receive the Honors deftin'd to thy Brow;
And O above thy Fellows happy Thou!
Their Duty muft thy fov'reign Word obey.
Rife up, my Love; my fair One, come away.

What

Protinus heu! quantus dolor ingruit! ut furor ardens Invafit fenfus, & perculit intima cordis;

Cum fertum abjecit Virgo, faftuque modesto
Triftior, avertens candentia colla, refugit!

Luctantem juffit celare Superbia curam;
Ægrum animum queror, & fomni Solatia pofco:
Mox Epulas medias dejectâ fronte reliqui
Sollicitus; fidæque dedi mandata Cohorti,
Qui fervant noftras veteri de more puellas,

Ut ducant Nympham thalami in fecreta, torifque
Ornatis Dominum inftantem sperare juberent.

Anxius atque moræ impatiens (Amor Iraq; mentem Præcipitant) Nympham fequor indefeffus iniquam; Acceffi donifque petens precibufque fatigans, Imbellefque iterum gemitus & mollia vota Turpiter effudi; querulo jam murmure fupplex, Elatâ mox voce minans: neglectaque dona Ante pedes iterum pofui; feu mallet Amoris Cedere deliciis, feu certæ occumbere morti.

Illa fed invictas aures inimica tenebat; Et paulùm avertens, irâ miftoque dolore,

Occu

What Pang, alas! what Ecstasy of Smart Tore up my Senfes, and transfix'd my Heart; When She with modeft Scorn the Wreath return'd, Reclin'd her beauteous Neck, and inward mourn'd?

Forc'd by my Pride, I my Concern fupprefs'd,
Pretended Drowfinefs, and Wish of Reft;
And fullen I forfook th' Imperfect Feast:
Ordering the Eunuchs, to whofe proper Care
Our Eastern Grandeur gives th' imprifon'd Fair,
To lead Her forth to a distinguish'd Bow'r,
And bid her drefs the Bed, and wait the Hour.

Reftlefs I follow'd this obdurate Maid
(Swift are the Steps that Love and Anger tread)
Approach'd her Perfon, courted her Embrace,
Renew'd my Flame, repeated my Difgrate :
By Turns put on the Suppliant, and the Lord:
Threaten'd this Moment, and the next implor'd;
Offer'd again the unaccepted Wreath,

And Choice of happy Love, or inftant Death.

Averse to all her am'rous King defir'd, Far as She might, She decently retir'd:

And

Occupat, Hic ille eft SOLOMON? totumque per orbem Hæc memorata adeo magni Sapientia Regis?

Te coram hoc imbelle vides horrefcere corpus; Id Fortuna poteft; nefcit mens libera frangi; Victorifque minas & inania vincula temnit.

Te Fama eft, Vatum Princeps, Te poffe Deorum Abdita, naturamque Hominum, morefque Ferarum Pandere; Te docto fermone exponere cæci

Ut turbant animum Affectus, utque arbitra fluctus
Componit Ratio; arrectæque edicere turbæ
Quo veniant de fonte & Amara & Dulcia Vitæ:
Grande Tibi Imperium efferri, mundique capacem
Latiùs expatiari animum; Teque optima lætos
Per populos dare jura. Ubi nunc celebrata potentis
Vis animi, dubiifque fagax Prudentia rebus?
Heus ubi nunc, Judex Populi venerande, vagatur?
Quid tibi mens agitat? quid jam meditaris? Amorem?
Res Amor incerta eft: hac unâ ab origine luctus
Gaudiaque exundant; varios hinc Vita colores
Induitur; triftifque dies vel candidus ibit,
Explicat ut facilis vel contrahit ora Cupido.

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