CUPID MISTAKEN. I. AS S after noon, one fummer's day, Cupid a-fhooting went that way, New ftrung his bow, new fill'd his quiver. With skill he chofe his sharpeft dart, III. I faint! I die! the goddess cried : Like Nero, thou haft flain thy mother. Poor Cupid fobbing scarce could speak; I took you for your likeness Cloe. VENUS MISTAKEN. I. WHEN 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 seen ? 7 II. Pleas'd II. Pleas'd Cupid heard, and check'd his mother's pride : IF A S O N G. wine and mufick have the power And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl. But the to-morrow will return: Venus, be thou to-morrow great; Let us to-morrow's bleffings own: THE IN Virgil's facred verfe we find, That paffion can depress or raise The heavenly, as the human mind: Who dare deny what Virgil fays? II. But, if they fhould, what our great master Has thus laid down, my tale fhall III. prove: In complaifance poor Cupid mourn'd; Though none, faid he, fhall yet be nam'd, 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, And Venus mafk'd brought up the rear. Accouter'd thus, their eager ftep.. Late they fet out, had far to go: With one great peal they rap the door, Folks at her house at such an hour.! Lord! what will all the neighbours say? The door is open up they run: Nor prayers, nor threats, divert their speed: Thieves thieves ! cries Sufan; we 're undone They'll kill my mistress 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 surprize: O Cupid, is this right or law, Thus to disturb the brightest eyes, That ever flept, or ever faw? XIII. Have you obferv'd a fitting hare, XIV. Or have you mark'd a partridge quake, Nor would fhe ftay: nor dares the fly. Then have you feen the beauteous maid; Venus this while was in the chamber Incognito for Sufan faid, : It smelt 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 |