Her locks dishevel'd waving in the wind,
The crystal tears confess her tortur'd mind.
The perjur'd youth unfurls his treacherous fails,
And their white bofoms catch the fwelling gales.
Be still! ye winds, fhe cries; ftay, Thefeus, stay!
But faithlefs Thefeus hears no more than they.
All defperate, to fome craggy cliff the flies,
And spreads a well-known fignal in the skies;
His leffening veffel plows the foamy main;
She fighs, fhe calls, fhe waves the fign in vain.
Paint Dido there amidst her laft diftrefs,
Pale cheeks and blood-fhot eyes her grief exprefs:
Deep in her breast the reeking sword is drown'd;
And gufhing blood streams purple from the wound;
Her fifter Anna hovering o'er her ftands,
Accufes Heaven with lifted eyes and hands,
Upbraids the Trojan with repeated cries,
And mixes curfes with her broken fighs.
View this, ye maids; and then each swain believe :
They're Trojans all, and vow but to deceive.
Here draw Oenone in the lonely grove,
Where Paris firft betray'd her into love:
Let wither'd garlands hang on every bough,
Which the false youth wove for Oenone's brow;
The garlands lofe their fweets, their pride is shed,
And like their odours all his vows are fled.
On her fair arm her penfive head she lays,
And Xanthus' waves with mournful look furveys;
That flood which witness'd his inconftant flame,
When thus he swore, and won the yielding dame :
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"These streams fhall fooner to their fountain move, "Than I forget my dear Oenone's love."
ftreams; back to your fountain run!
Paris is false; Oenone is undone.
Ah, wretched maid! think how the moments flew,
Ere you the pangs of this curft paffion knew,
When groves could please, and when you lov'd the plain,
Without the presence of your perjur'd swain.
Thus may the nymph, whene'er she spreads the Fan,
In his true colours view perfidious man;
Pleas'd with her virgin ftate, in forests rove,
And never truft the dangerous hopes of Love.
The Goddess ended; merry Momus rofe,
With fmiles and grins he waggish glances throws;
Then with a noify laugh foreftalls his joke,
Mirth flashes from his eyes while thus he fpoke: 130
Rather let heavenly deeds be painted there,
And by your own examples teach the fair.
Let chafte Diana on the piece be seen,
And the bright crefcent own the Cynthian Queen.
On Latmos' top fee young Endymion lies,
Feign'd fleep has clos'd the bloomy lover's eyes:
See, to his foft embraces how she steals,
And on his lips her warm careffes feals;
No more her hand the glittering javelin holds,
But round his neck her eager arms fhe folds.
Why are our fecrets by our blushes shown?
Virgins are virgins ftill while 'tis unknown.
Here let her on fome flowery bank be laid,
Where meeting beeches weave a graceful shade;
Her naked bofom wanton treffes
And glowing expectation paints her face;
O'er her fair limbs a thin loofe veil is spread,
(Stand off! ye fhepherds; fear Acteon's head!)
Let vigorous Pan th' unguarded minute feize,
And in a fhaggy goat the virgin please.
Why are our fecrets by our blushes shown?
Virgins are virgins ftill-while 'tis unknown.
There with just warmth Aurora's paffion trace,
Let fpreading crimson stain her virgin face.
See Cephalus her wanton airs defpife,
While fhe provokes him with defiring eyes;
To raise his paffions, the displays her charms,
His modeft hand upon her bofom warms:
Nor looks, nor prayers, nor force, his heart perfuade;
But with difdain he quits the rofy maid.
Here let diffolving Leda grace the toy,
Warm cheeks and heaving breafts reveal her joy;
Beneath the preffing fwan fhe pants for air,
While with his fluttering wings he fans the fair.
There let all-conquering gold exert its power,
And soften Danaë in a glittering shower.
Would you warn Beauty not to cherish pride,
Nor vainly in the treacherous bloom confide,
On the machine the fage Minerva place,
With lineaments of wifdom mark her face.
See, where the lies near fome transparent flood,
And with her pipe cheers the resounding wood:
Her image in the floating glass she spies,
Her bloated cheeks, worn lips, and shrivel'd eyes;
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