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Sing that graceful toy, whose waving play
With gentle gales relieves the sultry day,
Not the wide fan by Persian dames display'd,
Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful
Nor that long known in China's artful land, [shade;
Which, while it cools the face, fatigues the hand :
Nor shall the muse in Asian climates rove,
To seek in Indoftan fome spicy grove,
Where stretch'd at ease the panting lady lies,
To Thun the fervor of meridian skies,
While sweating Naves catch ev'ry breeze of air,
And with wide-spreading fans refresh the fair;
No busy gnats her pleasing dreams moleft,
Inflame her cheek, or ravage o'er her breast,
But artificial Zephyrs round her fly,
And mitigate the fever of the sky.
Nor shall Bermudas long the Muse detain,
Whose fragrant forests bloom in Waller's ftrain,
Where breathing sweets from ev'ry field ascend,
And the wild woods with golden apples bend ;
Yet let me in some od 'rous fhade repose,
Whilft in my verse the fair Palmetto grows:
Like the tall pine it shoots its stately head,
From the broad top depending branches spread ;
No knotty limbs the taper Body bears,
Hung on each bough a single leaf appears,
Which shrivell'd in its infancy remains,
Like a clos'd fan, nor ftretches wide its veins,
But as the seasons in their circle run,
Opes its ribb'd surface to the nearer fun:
Beneath this shade the weary peasant lies,
Plucks the broad leaf, and bids the breezes rise.
Stay, wand'ring Muse, nor rove in foreign climes, To thy own native Shore confine thy rhimes. Aflift, ye Nime, your loftieft notes employ, 35 Say what celestial skill contriv'd the toy ; Say how this instrument of Love began, And in immortal strains display the Fan.
Strephon had long confess'd his am'rous pain, Which gay Corinna rally'd with disdain :
40 Sometimes in broken Words he figh'd his care, Look'd pale, and trembled when he view'd the fair ; With bolder freedoms now the youth advanc'd, He dress’d, he laugh'd, he sung, he rhim’d, he danc'd , Now call'd more powerful presents to his aid, 45 And, to seduce the mistress, brib'd the maid ; Smooth flatt'ry in her softer hours apply'd, The furest charm to bind the force of pride : But ftill unmov'd remains the scornful dame, Insults her captive, and derides his flame.
When Strephon saw his vows dispers'd in air,
He fought in solitude to lose his care;
Relief in solitude he fought in vain,
It serv'd, like Mufick, but to feed his pain.
To Venus now the sighted Boy complains,
And calls the Goddess in these tender strains.
O potent Queen, from Neptune's empire fprung,
Whose glorious birth admiring Nereids sung,
Who 'midst the fragrant plains of Cyprus rove,
Whose radiant present gilds the Paphian grove,
Where to thy name a thousand altars rise,
And curling clouds of incense hide the fies :
O beauteous Goddess, teach me how to move,
Inspire my tongue with eloquence of love.
If loft Adonis e'er thy bosom warmd,
1f e'er his eyes or godlike figure charm’d,
Think on those hours when first you felt the dart,
Think on the restless fever of thy heart;
Think how you pin'd in absence of the swain;
By those uneasy minutes know my pain.
Ev'n while Cydippe to Diana bows,
And at her shrine renews her virgin vows,