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HE SI O D, or the rise ofwaœan. 7
Part of the sir/1 canto of the rape rf the lack trans-
H E S I O D:
O R, T H E
Rise of WOMAN.
WHAT antient times (those times we fancy
B 5 Perhaps
Perhaps 'tis either, as the Ladies please;
In days of yore, (no matter where or when,
Oh vers'd in arts! whose daring thoughts aspire, To kindle clay with never-dying fire! Enjoy thy glory past, that gift was thine; The next thy creature meets, be fairly mine: And fuch a gift, a vengeance so design'd, As fuits the counsel of a God to find; A pleasing bosom-cheat, a specious ill, Which selt they curse, yet covet still to feel.
He said, and Vulcan strait the Sire commands, To temper mortar with etherial hands;
In fuch a shape to mold a rising Fair,
As Vulcan ends, thechearful Queen of charms.