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Nor at first fight, like moft, admires the fair;
Befides, he's lovely far above the rest,
Haec ubi nequicquam formas Deus aptus in
Edidit; in juvenem rediit: et anilia demit
Inftrumenta fibi: talifque adparuit illi,
This when the various God had urg'd in vain, He strait affum'd his native form again; Such, and fo bright an aspect now he bears, 114 As when thro' clouds th' emerging fun appears, And thence exerting his refulgent ray,
Dispels the darkness, and reveals the day.
Force he prepar'd, but check'd the rash design; For when, appearing in a form divine,
The Nymph furveys him, and beholds the
Of charming features, and a youthful face! 121 In her foft breast consenting paffions move,
And the warm maid confess'd a mutual love.