Has acted ill for fuch a god, Ceafe, dearest mother, cease to chide : Yet why this great excess of trouble? The loss of these I can fupply CUPID CUPID MISTAKE N.. I. AS after noon, one fummer's day, Venus food bathing in a river; Cupid a-fhooting went that way, New ftrung his bow, new fill'd his quiver.. II. With skill he chose his sharpest dart, With all his might his bow he drew ;: Swift to his beauteous parent's heart The too-well-guided arrow flew.. III. I faint! I die! the goddefs cried: Like Nero, thou haft flain thy mother.. Poor Cupid fobbing fcarce could speak ; I took you for your likenefs Cloe. VENU S WE MISTAKEN. HEN Cloe's picture was to Venus shown, Surpris'd, the goddess took it for her own. And what, faid fhe, does this bold painter mean? When was I bathing thus, and naked seen ? VOL. XXXII. R II. Pleas'd Pleas'd Cupid heard, and check'd his mother's pride: And who's blind now, Mamma? the urchin cried. Tis Cloe's eye, and cheek, and lip, and breast : Friend Howard's genius fancied all the reft. I A SON G. F wine and musick have the power To ease the sickness of the foul; Let Phoebus every string explore, And Bacchus fill the fprightly bowl. Let them their friendly aid employ, To make my Cloe's abfence light; And feek for pleasure, to destroy The forrows of this live-long night. But fhe to-morrow will return : Venus, be thou to-morrow great; Let us to-morrow's bleffings own: THE THE DO V E. << Tantæne animis coeleftibus iræ ? I. IN Virgil's facred verse we find, That paflion can deprefs or raise The heavenly, as the human mind: Who dare deny what Virgil fays? II. prove: But, if they should, what our great master III. In complaifance poor Cupid mourn'd; Though none, faid he, fhall yet be nam'd, V. With that, his longeft dart he took, That gods defire like men to look, R 2 VIRG. VT. Love's VI. Love's fubalterns, a duteous band, Like watchmen, round their chief appear :: And Venus mafk'd brought up the rear.. Accoutred thus, their eager step VIII. Late they fet out, had far to go: St. Dunstan's as they pafs'd ftruck one.. Cloe, for reafons good, you know, Lives at the fober end o' th' town. IX. With one great peal they rap the door, Folks at her house at such an hour! Lord! what will all the neighbours fay? X. The door is open up they run: Nor prayers, nor threats, divert their speed: Thieves thieves! cries Sufan; we're undone ; They'll kill my mistress in her bed, XI. In bed indeed the nymph had been Three hours: for, all historians fay, She commonly went up at ten, XII. She |