Yet while with close Delight and inward Pride
(Which from the World my careful Soul fhall hide)
I fee Thee, Lord and End of my Defire,
Exalted high as Virtue can require 3

With Pow'r invefted, and with Pleafure chear'd;
Sought by the Good, by the Oppreffor fear'd;
Loaded and bleft with all the affluent Store,
Which human Vows at fimoaking Shrines imploré ;
Grateful and humble grant Me to employ
My Life, fubfervient only to thy Joy!

And at my Death to bless thy Kindness fhown
To Her, who of Mankind could love but Thee alone.

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WHILE thus the constant Pair alternate faid,
Joyful above them and around them play'd
Angels and fportive Loves a numerous Crowd;
Smiling They clapt their Wings, and low They bow'd:
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To chufe propitious Shafts a precious Store:
That when their God fhould take his future Darts,
To strike (however rarely) conftant Hearts,
His happy Skill might proper Arms imploy,

All tipt with Pleafure, and all wing'd with Joy:

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And Thofe, They vow'd, whofe Lives fhould imitate Thefe Lovers Conftancy, thould fhare their Fate.

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The BRITISH Soldier from his high Command
Glorious, and GAUL thrice Vanquifh'd by his Hand:
Let Her at least perform what-I defire;

With fecond Breath the Vocal Brass inspire;
And tell the Nations in no Vulgar Strain,

What Wars I manage, and what Wreaths I gain.

And when Thy Tumults and Thy Fights are paft, And when Thy Lawrels at my Feet are cast; Faithful may'st Thou like British HENRY prove, And EM M A-like let me return Thy Love.

Renown'd for Truth let all Thy Sons appear; And conftant Beauty fhall reward their Care.

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MARS fmil'd, and bow'd; the CYPRIAN Deity
Turn'd to the glorious Ruler of the Sky:

And Thou, She smiling said, Great God of Days
And Verfe, behold my Deed; and fing my Praise.
As on the British Earth, my Fav'rite Ifle,
Thy gentle Rays and kindeft Influence fmile,
Thro' all her laughing Fields and verdant Groves,
Proclaim with Joy thefe memorable Loves.
From ev'ry annual Course let One great Day,
To celebrated Sports and Floral Play
Be fet afide; and, in the fofteft Lays
Of Thy Poetic Sons, be folemn Praife,
And everlasting Marks of Honour paid,
To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maide