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She sigh'd, she wept, and stamp'd, and swore
She'd touch the odious tree no. more,
When forth a little Cupid came,
T'appease the crying angry dame.
The angry nymph the God perceives
Struggling through th' intangling leaves :
When from his fragrant ambuscade
He thus accofts the weeping maid.
Cease, Chloe, cease ; and do not cry,
Nor blame the harmless treetwas I.
'Twas I, that caus'd the little pain,
And I will make it well again.
My mother bad me do’t; and said,
This herb would ease the suff'ring maid.
Let it but to the place be bound,
"Twill stop the blood, and heal the wound.
But, Chloe, if fo small a dart,
And in the finger, gives such smart,
What, madam—if I'd pierc’d your heart ?
Cease then to scorn my pow'r; and know,
By what I've done, what I can do.
Here he affum'd an aweful look ;
He nodded thrice, his locks he shook,
And mimick'd Jove in all he spoke.
With strenuous arm he twang'd his bow,
He shew'd her all his quiver too;
This, says the God,-and this, the dart,
That wounded such and such a heart.
The virgin faw, admir'd, believ'd,
And bow'd the God with smiles receiv'd
The adoration which she pay'd,
And wav'd his purple wings, and left the wond'ring maid.
My Chloe ftill can shew the scar,
And boasts the God's peculiar care.
She loves and is belov'd again,
Secure of pleasure, free from pain.
I've seen the rose adorn’d with blood,
Which from my Chloe's finger flow'd;
I've seen the sprig where Cupid stood,
I saw his little fragrant nest.
And Chloe told me all the rest.
ONDER not, faithless woman, if you see,
Yourself so chang'd, so great a change in me,
With shame I own it, I was once your slave,
Ador'd myself the beauties which I gave;
For know, deceived deceitful, that 'twas I
Gave thy form grace, and lustre to thine
Thy tongue, thy fingers I their magic taught,
And spread the net in which myself was caught.
So pagan prieits first form and dress the wood,
Then proftrate fall before the senseless God.
But now, curst woman, thy last sentence hear:
I call'd thy beauty forth, I bid it disappear.
I'll strip thee of thy borrow'd plumes ; undress,
And shew thee in thy native ugliness.
eyes have shone by me, by me that chin
The seat of wanton Cupids long has been :
Ye fires, go out-ye wanton Cupids, fly-
Of ev'ry beam disarm her haggard eye:
'Tis I recall ye; my known voice obey.
And nought of beauty but the falfhood stay.
BEHOLD the lordly pedant in his school,
How stern his brow, how absolute his rule !
The trembling boys start at his aweful nod;
Jove's sceptre is less dreaded than his rod.
See him at home before the fovereign dame!
How fawning, how obsequious, and how tame!
Prosper, bright amazon, to thee 'tis given,
Like Juno, to rule him who rules the heaven.
Mr. HOLDSWORTH'S * MUSCIPULA, 1737.
HE Mountain-Briton, first of men who fram'd
Bonds for the Mouse, first who the tiny thief
In prison clos'd vexatious fatal wiles,
And death inextricate
sing, heav'nly Muse.
Thou PHOEBUS, (for to Mice thyself wast erit
A foe, in antique lore thence SMINTHEUS + call’d,)
Inspire the Song; and ’mongst the Cambrian Hills
Of this transiation Mr. Holdsworth declar'd his entire approbation in a letter, by giving it this short charałcr, that it was exceedingly well done. See preface to a dilsertation upon eight verses in the second book of Virgil's Georgics. 1749
+ A title of Arollo, given him for freeing Smintha, a colony of the Cretans near the Hellefpont, from Mice, which much infested them, Ovid. Met. xii. 585. A opívod, que Cretensium linguâ murem domefticum fign. AINSWORTH.
Thy Pindus choofing, smile upon the Mafe,
Whom lowly themes and humble verse delight.
The Mouse, an hostile Animal, enur'd
To live by rapine, now long time had rov'd
Where'er his luft innate of spoil led on ;
And unayeng'd his wicked craft pursu'd;
Long fearless, unayeng'd — All things on earth
Felt his fell tooth, while safe in nimble speed
Evasive, he in ev'ry dainty dish
His revels held secure. Nought was untouch'd,
But ev'ry feast wail'd the domestic foe,
A constant guest unbidden. Nor strong walls
His thefts obstruct, nor maffy bars avail,
Nor doors robust, to save the luscious cates :
Through walls, and bars, and doors he eats his way
Contemptuous, and regales with unbought fare.
Thus wail'd the helpless world the general foe,
But Cambria moft; for Cambria's od'rous stores
Moft ftimulate the curious taste of Mouse :
Not with a taste content, or lambent kiss,
(The fate of common cheese,) he undermines
And hollows with reiterated tooth
The Nation faw,
And rag'd-Revenge and grief distract their minds
What shou'd they do? They foam, they gnafh their teeth,
And o’er their pendant rocks in fury rove,
Restless with rage--for Nature prone to rage