CUPID MISTAKEN.` I. AS after noon, one fummer's day, Venus flood bathing in a river; Cupid a-fhooting went that way, New ftrung his bow, new fill'd his quiver. With skill he chofe his fharpeft dart, With all his might his bow he drew; I faint! I die! the goddess cried : Poor Cupid fobbing scarce could speak; I took you for your WH likenefs Cloe. VENUS MISTAKEN. I. HEN Cloe's picture was to Venus shown; Surpriz'd, the goddess took it for her own. And what, faid fhe, does this bold painter mean? When was I bathing thus, and naked feen? 7 II. Pleas'd II. Pleas'd Cupid heard, and check'd his mother's pride: A SON G. F wine and mufick have the power IF To eafe the fickness of the foul But fhe to-morrow will return: Venus, be thou to-morrow great; Let us to-morrow's bleffings own: THE DOVE. "Tantæne animis cœleftibus iræ?" VIRG. I. IN 'N Virgil's facred verse we find, That paffion can deprefs or raise The heavenly, as the human mind : Who dare deny what Virgil fays? H. But, if they fhould, what our great master Of having loft her favourite Dove. In complaifance poor Cupid mourn'd; His grief reliev'd his mother's pain; Though none, faid he, fhall yet be nam'd, .V. With that, his longeft dart he took, That gods defire like men to look, VOL. I. I VI. Love's VI. Love's fubalterns, a duteous band, Like watchmen, round their chief appear: VII. the rear. Accouter'd thus, their eager step Late they fet out, had far to go: With one great peal they rap the door, Folks at her house at fuch an hour! Nor prayers, nor threats, divert their speed: Thieves thieves! cries Sufan; we 're undone; They'll kill my miftrefs in her bed... XI. In bed indeed the nymph had been She commonly went up at ten, XII. She XII. She wak'd, be fure, with strange furprize: O Cupid, is this right or law, Thus to disturb the brighteft eyes, That ever flept, or ever saw ? - Have you obferv'd a fitting hare, Of horns and hounds, clap back her ear, Or have you mark'd a partridge quake, Then have you feen the beauteous maid Venus this while was in the chamber It finelt fo ftrong of myrrh and amber- XVII. But, fince we have no prefent need With Cupid let us e'en proceed; I 2 XVIII. Hold |