XII.

ae wak'd, be fure, with ftrange furprise:
O Cupid, is this right or law,
‘hus to disturb the brighteft eyes,
That ever flept, or ever faw?

XIII.

Have you obferv'd a fitting hare,
Listening, and fearful of the ftorm
Of horns and hounds, clap back her ear,
Afraid to keep, or leave her form?

XIV.

Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the brake:

Nor would she stay; nor dares fhe fly.

XV.

Then have you feen the beauteous maid;
When gazing on her midnight foes,
She turn'd each way her frighted head,
Then funk it deep beneath the clothes.

XVI.

Venus this while was in the chamber
Incognito: for Sufan faid,

It smelt fo ftrong of myrrh and amber-
And Sufan is no lying maid.

XVII.

But, fince we have no prefent need
Of Venus for an episode:

With Cupid let us e'en proceed;
And thus to Cloe fpoke the god :

XVIII.

hand:

Hold up your head: hold up your
Would it were not my lot to fhew
This cruel writ, wherein you stand
Indicted by the name of Cloe!

XIX.

ye

For that, by fecret malice stirr'd,
Or by an emulous pride invited,
You have purloin'd the favourite bird,
In which my mother moft delighted.
XX.

Her blufhing face the lovely maid
Rais'd just above the milk-white sheet;
A rofe-tree in a lily bed

Nor glows fo red, nor breathes fo sweet.
XXI.

Are you not he whom virgins fear,
And widows court? is not your name
Cupid? If so, pray come not near—
Fair maiden, I'm the very fame.

XXII.

Then what have I, good fir, to say,
Or do with her you call your mother?
If I fhould meet her in my way,
We hardly court'fy to each other.

XXIII.

Diana chafte, and Hebe fweet,
Witness that what I fpeak is true :
I would not give my Paroquet
For all the Doves that ever flew.

XXIV. Yet,

XXIV.

Yet, to compofe this midnight noise,

Go freely fearch where-e'er you please (The rage, that rais'd, adorn'd her voice)Upon yon' toilet lie my keys.

XXV.

Her keys he takes; her doors unlocks;
Through wardrobe and through closet bounces;
Peeps into every cheft and box;

Turns all her furbeloes and flounces.

XXVI.

But Dove, depend on't, finds he none;
So to the bed returns again :
And now the maiden, bolder grown,
Begins to treat him with difdain.

XXVII.

I marvel much, she smiling faid,
Your poultry cannot yet be found;

Lies he in yonder flipper dead?

Or, may be, in the tea-pot drown'd?
XXVIII.

No, traitor, angry Love replies,

He's hid fomewhere about

your

A place nor god nor man denies,

breast;

For Venus' Dove the proper neft.

XXIX.

Search, then, she said, put in your hand,

And Cynthia, dear protectress, guard me:

As guilty I, or free, may ftand,

Do thou or punish or reward me.

XXX.

But ah! what maid to Love can trust!
He scorns, and breaks, all legal power:
Into her breaft his hand he thrust;

And in a moment forc'd it lower.

XXXI.

O, whither do those fingers rove,
Cries Cloe, treacherous urchin, whither?

O Venus! I fhall find thy Dove,
Says he; for fure I touch his feather.

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S Cloe came into the room t' other day, I peevish began; where fo long could you ftay? In your life-time you never regarded your hour; You promis'd at two; and (pray look, child) 'tis four. A lady's watch needs neither figures nor wheels; 'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with baubles and feals. A temper fo heedlefs no mortal can bearThus far I went on with a refolute air.

Lord blefs me! faid fhe; let a body but speak! Here's an ugly hard rose-bud fallen into my neck: It has hurt me, and vext me to fuch a degreeSee here! for you never believe me; pray see,

On

On the left fide my breast, what a mark it has made!
So faying, her bofom fhe careless display'd:
That feat of delight I with wonder furvey'd,
And forgot every word I defign'd to have faid.

MERCURY AND CUPID.

IN fullen humour one day Jove

Sent Hermes down to Ida's grove,
Commanding Cupid to deliver

His store of darts, his total quiver;
That Hermes fhould the weapons break,
Or throw them into Lethe's lake.

Hermes, you know, muft do his errand :
He found his man, produc'd his warrant ;
Cupid! your darts-this very hour-
There's no contending against power!
How fullen Jupiter, juft now,
I think I faid; and you'll allow
That Cupid was as bad as he :
Hear but the youngster's repartee.

Come, kinfman (faid the little god),
Put off your wings, lay by your rod;
Retire with me to yonder bower,
And reft yourself for half an hour:
"Tis far indeed from hence to heaven;
But you fly faft: and 'tis but feven.
We'll take one cooling cup of nectar ;
And drink to this celeftial Hector.

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