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She figh'd, the 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.
Ceafe, Chloe, ceafe; and do not cry,
Nor blame the harmlefs tree-'twas I.
"Twas I, that caus'd the little pain,
And I will make it well again,

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My mother bad me do't; and faid,
This herb would ease the suff'ring maid.
Let it but to the place be bound,

"Twill ftop the blood, and heal the wound.
But, Chloe, if so 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 ftrenuous arm he twang'd his bow,
He fhew'd her all his quiver too;
This, fays the God,-and this, the dart,
That wounded fuch and fuch a heart.

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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 fhew 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 ftood,
I faw his little fragrant nest.

And Chloe told me all the reft.

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The POET to his falfe Mistress.

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By the fame.

CONDER not, faithlefs woman, if you see,

Yourself fo chang'd, so great a change in me.
With fhame I own it, I was once your flave,
Ador'd myself the beauties which I gave ;
For know, deceiv'd deceitful, that 'twas I
Gave thy form grace, and luftre to thine eye :
Thy tongue, thy fingers I their magic taught,
And spread the net in which myself was caught.

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So pagan priests first form and dress the wood,
Then proftrate fall before the fenfeless God.
But now, curft woman, thy last sentence hear:
I call'd thy beauty forth, I bid it disappear.
I'll ftrip thee of thy borrow'd plumes; undress,
And fhew thee in thy native ugliness.
Those eyes have shone by me, by me that chin
The feat 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.

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BEHOL

How ftern his brow, how abfolute his rule!

The trembling boys start at his aweful nod;
Jove's fceptre is lefs dreaded than his rod.
See him at home before the fovereign dame!
How fawning, how obfequious, and how tame!
Profper, bright amazon, to thee 'tis given,
Like Juno, to rule him who rules the heaven.

VOL. V.

R

KAMBRO

KAMBROMYOMAXIA:

OR THE

MOUSE-T R A P;

Being a Tranflation of

Mr. HOLDSWORTH'S * MUSCIPULA, 1737.

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By

HE Mountain-Briton, firft of men who fram'd

Bonds for the Mouse, firft who the tiny thief
In prifon clos'd vexatious-fatal wiles,
And death inextricate fing, heav'nly Mufe.
Thou PHOEBUS, (for to Mice thyself waft erit
A foe, in antique lore thence SMINTHEUS † call'd,)
Infpire the Song; and 'mongst the Cambrian Hills

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Of this tranflation Mr. Holdfworth declar'd his entire approbation in a letter, by giving it this short character, that it was exceedingly well done. See preface to a difJertation upon eight verfes in the fecond book of Virgil's Georgics. 1749.

A title of APOLLO, given him for freeing Smintha, a colony of the Cretans near the Hellefpont, from Mice, which much infefted them, OVID. MET. xii. 585. A opiva, quæ Cretenfium lingua murem domefticum fign. AINSWORTH.

Thy

Thy Pindus choofing, fmile upon the Mufe,
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 unaveng'd his wicked craft pursu'd ;
Long fearless, unaveng'd-All things on earth
Felt his fell tooth, while fafe in nimble speed
Evafive, he in ev'ry dainty dish

His revels held fecure. Nought was untouch'd,
But ev'ry feaft wail'd the domestic foe,

A conftant guest unbidden. Nor strong walls
His thefts obftruct, nor maffy bars avail,

Nor doors robuft, to fave 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 ftores
Moft ftimulate the curious taste of Moufe:
Not with a taste content, or lambent kifs,
(The fate of common cheese,) he undermines
And hollows with reiterated tooth

Eatable Palaces.

The Nation saw,

And rag'd-Revenge and grief distract their minds

What fhou'd they do? They foam, they gnafh their teeth, And o'er their pendant rocks in fury rove,

Reftlefs with rage-for Nature prone to rage

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