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Her well-turn'd limbs confess
The lucky hand of Jove; Her features all express
The beauteous Queen of Love; What flames my nerves invade
When I behold the breast Of that too charming maid
Rise, suing to be prest!
Venus round Fanny's waist
Has her own cestus bound, With guardian Cupids graced
Who dance the circle round.
Who shall her zone unloose!
Now see my Goddess, earthly born t,
* Written on Lady Frances Shirley. + This song is designed as a contrast to an address to Wisdom.
Furnish'd from nature's boundless store,
Untaught as Venus, when she found
And unaccomplish'd all as Eve
Yet there is something in her face,
And there is magic in her eye,
And there are words that she can speak,
And she has raptures in her power,
Let me but kiss her soft warm hand,
And let her listen to my tale,
Au, how sweet it is to love!
desire! And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach love's fire!
Pains of love are sweeter far
Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart: E’en the tears they shed alone
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart. Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy
Love and time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend ; Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere they send : For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
Love, like spring-tides full and high,
Swells in every youthful vein ; But each tide does tess supply,
Till they quite shrink-in again. If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.
Au! tell me no more, my dear girl, with a sigh,
That a coldness will creep o'er my heart, That a sullen indifference will dwell on my eye,
When thy beauty begins to depart.
Shall thy graces, O Cynthia ! that gladden my day,
And brighten the gloom of the night,
Which it ought to review with delight?
Upbraiding, shall Gratitude say, with a tear,
“ That no longer I think of those charms Which gave to my bosom such rapture sincere,
And faded at length in my arms ?”
Why yes ! it may happen, thou damsel divine!
To be honest-I freely declare
I've already forgot thou art fair.