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Is shot to blast the impious One,
And threat'ning Nods must shake a Crowis.
As wisely say who can contest
In CUPID'S Bow bent at his Heart.
on may the Bow now bent, unbends
Nor Shields of Brass, nor Coats of Buff,
A Recantation of FLIRTILLA, in Imi
tation of the fixteenth ODE of the first Book of Horace.
With half such Fury are inspired,
As a despairing Breast.
Nor yet Almighty Jove,
Nor Light’ning from above.
But like the Tide's impetuous Force,
Refiftless pushes on ;
It bears the Mounds along.
By Anger mighty Cities fall,
By Rage Thyestes fell.
Forgive then, injured Fair, forgive;
FLIR TILL A ne'er was mine ; There's None so stupid to believe,
That we cou'd you design.
But if we did, 'twas fierce Desire,
That urged our Muse before ; Now
with gentler Flames inspire,
Our Muses rage no more,
HO says that CORINNA fells every
[Thing, lies; For her Face, that sells you her Et-Cæt'ra,
On CORINNA, imitated from Buchanan. U oft, CORINNA, ask me if you're
[fair ? But won't believe me neither 'till I swear.
May I ne'er - Leda win, or Helen gain,
Occafioned by seeing some Verfes on CELIA,
wrote on a Pane of Glafs,
[prop'rest Place, The short-liv'd Beauties of false CELIA'S
[Face. When Words' Obscurities thy Sense o'erdhade, The Place gives Light to what thou wou'd'It have said. Bright as This Lucid Glass, her Eyes now seem, Like This, breath'd on, by fell Disease, grow dim. Like Glass in ev'ry strongest Vow she makes, Brittle as That, as easily she breaks ;. Such is her Honour:--Short her Fame we find,
Which crack'd, must perilh by the first High Wind.