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" Love bids her die: thy cruel wish reftrain-
“ From her to spring, thro' yon bright tracts to rove? Fo Due to the skyes, and meant to shine in fields above ?
“ Say, would thy goodness envy them the light
“ In wild confufion; through free will misled, “ And tempted to go wrong from punishment delay'd."
6. Let me that exemplary vengeance bear, (Benign return'd her amiable fon :)
Justice on her would lose its aim; severe “ In vain, productive of no good; for none « Could by that desolating blow be won, “ So falls each generous purpose of the will « Correct, extinguish'd by abortion :
“ Whence justice would its own intendments spill; " And cut off virtue, by the stroke meant vice to kill,
XLV. “ Yet
“ Yet left impunity should forehead give " To vice, in me let guilt adopted find
A victim; here awhile vouchsafe me live “ Thy proof of justice, mixt with mercy kind !" " ---Oh! strange request (quoth she) of pity blind! “ How shouldst thou suffer, who didft ne'er offend? « How canft thou bear to be from me disloin'd?
“. To wander here, where nature 'gins to wend 5. To waste and wilderness, and pleasures have an end ?"
XLVI. You, Venus, fuffer, (said she) when you strike “ Not for your own, but others foul offence :
Why not permitted I to do the like, " When greater good, I see, will coul from thence ? “ That greater good orepays all punishments; • And makes my suff'rings, pleasure: if they prove “ A means to conquer Anteros, dispense
Healings to Pfyche's wounds, regain her love, And lead her, with her happy fons, to realms above."
“ To thy intreaties Psyche's life I give, (Replied th' indulgent mother to her son ;) “ But yet deform’d, and minish'd let her live; !! 'Till thou shalt grant a better change foredone;
« Nor shall that change, but thro' death gates be won. • This meed be thine, ore her and hers to reign! Already Nature
her horrors on: “ Away!-I to my bow'r of bliss again ! “ Thou to thy task of love, and voluntary pain.”
With scorn away, young spring inflames his soul :
pays with four harsh fruits the toil;
There hoarse floods roar; impetuous torrents flow; Invade the land, and the scarce harvests overthrow.
Stretcht on the bank eftfoons th' inviting form
Pride, rage, and vanity to banish out,
How Cupid wash'd her noisome filth away ;
Unsung; far nobler verse mote they renown:
Quifnam igitur liber? Sapiens, fibique imperiofus ;
Hor. Serm. Lib. II. Sat. 7.
By thee sustain'd, th' unbounded spirit runs,
“ If fo, why not communicate the bliss,