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Some bubbling upward thro' the Water came,
Prepar'd by Fancy to augment my Flame.

Ah, Love! how ill I bore thy pleafing Pain!
For while the tempting Scene fo near I view'd,
A fierce Impatience throb'd in ev'ry Vein,
Difcretion fled, and Reafon lay fubdu'd;

My Blood beat high, and with its trembling made
A ftrange Commotion in the rustling Shade.

Fear feiz'd the tim'rous Naiads, all agast
Their boding Spirits at the Ómen fink,
Their Eyes they wildly on each other caft,
And meditate again the further Brink,
When in I plung'd, refolving to afswage
In the cool Gulph, Love's importuning Rage.

Ah, ftay Florinda! (fo I meant to speak)
Let not from Love the lovely'ft Object fly!
But e'er I fpoke, a loud combining Squeak

From fhrilling Voices pierc'd the distant Sky: When ftrait, as each was their peculiar Care, Th' immortal Pow'rs to bring Relief prepare.

A Golden Cloud defcended from Above,

Like that which whilome hung on Ida's Brow, Where Juno, Pallas, and the Queen of Love, As then to Paris, were confpicuous now.

Each Goddess feiz'd her fav'rite Charge, and threw

Around her Limbs a Robe of Azure Hue.

But Venus, who with Pity faw my Flame,
Kindled by her own Amoret so bright,
Approv'd in private what fhe feem'd to blame,
And blefs'd me with a. Vision of Delight:

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Careless fhe dropt Florinda's Veil afide,
That nothing might her choiceft Beauties hide..

I faw Elyzium, and the Milky Way,

Fair op'ning to the Shades beneath her Breaft; In Venu's Lap the ftruggling wanton lay,

And, while fhe ftrove to hide, reveal'd the rest. A Mole, embrown'd with no unfeemly Grace, Grew near, embellishing the charming Place:

So pleas'd, I view'd, as one fatigu'd with Heat, who near at Hand beholds a shady Bow'r, Joyful, in Hope amidft this kind Retreat,

To fhun the Day-Star in his Noon-tide Hour; Or as when, parch'd with droughty Thirst he spies A Moffy Grott whence pureft Waters rise.

So I Florinda

but beheld in vain:

Like Tantalus, who in the Realms below.

Sees blufhing Fruits, which, to encrease his Pain,

When he attempts to eat, his. Tafte forego.

O Venus! give me more, or let me drink
Of Lethe's Fountain, and forget to think.

SONG.

I.

A Lovely Nymph in penfive Mood

Did privately retire,

To footh her Griefs, a distant Wood
She thought, which by a Riv'let ftood,
Would fofteft Thoughts inspire.

II.

She figh'd, and pull'd her Snuff-Box out,

Left

Then figh'd, and Snuff'd again,

And looking watchfully about,
any treach'rous lurking Scout
Was nigh, thus fung her Pain..

III. Ye

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Ye gloomy Shades, and purling Streams,
Ah! why must I endure

Alone thofe tort'ring dull Extremes
Of fruitless Fancies, empty Dreams,
Which teaze, but never cure?

Give me, the cry'd

-IV.

when freight a Swain,

One Pinch of Snuff reply'd,

And in return I'll give again,

That you no longer fhall complain,

You ne'er were fatisfy'd.

V.

She started while her Box he seiz'd,

And Op'd with Might and Main,

Then Snuff'd, and Snuff'd, till both were pleas'd, The Swain regal'd, the Nymph was eas'd.

Of all her Grief and Pain.

IMITATION

OF

HORACE,

BOOK I. Ode 19.

Mater Seva Cupidinum.

T

HE cruel Mother of Defire,

With fprightly Wine, and wanton Eafe, Bids th' extinguish'd Flame refpire,

And all my Soul with wonted Fury feize.

Calia, I burn, my Heart obeys

The Summons of fo bright a Face,

Thro' whofe tranfparent Skin, the Veins

Shew finer than the polifh'd Marbles Stains:

So

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