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Some right you claim, since naked to your eyes
Three goddesses disputed beauty's prize :
One offer'd valour, t'other crowns ; but she
Obtain'd her cause, who, smiling, promis’d me.
But first I am not of belief fo light,
To think such nymphs would shew you fuch a

sight:
Yet granting this, the other part is feign’d;
A bribe fo mean your sentence had not gain'd.
With partial eyes I should myself regard,
To think that Venus made me her reward :
I humbly am content with human praise ; 125
A goddess's applause would envy raise.
But be it as you fay; for, 'tis confest,
The men, who flatter highest, please us best.
That I suspect it, onght not to displease ;
For miracles are not believ'd with ease.
One joy I have, that I had Venus' voice;
A greater yet, that

you

confirm’d her choice; That proffer'd laurels, promis'd sovereignty, Juno and Pallas, you contemn'd for me. Am I your empire then, and your renown? 135 What heart of rock, but must by this be

won ?
And
yet

bear witness, O you Powers above,
How rude I am in all the arts of love!
My hand is yet untaught to write to men:
This is th' effay of my unpractis'd pen.

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Happy those nymphs, whom use has perfect

made !
I think all crime, and tremble at a shade.
E’en while I write, my fearful conscious eyes
Look often back, misdoubting a surprize.
For now the rumour spreads among the croud,
At court it whispers, but in town aloud. 146
Diffemble

you,
whate'er

you

hear 'em fay; To leave off loving were

way; Yet if you will diffemble it, you may. Love secretly : the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford : Long is his journey, long will be his stay ; Call’d by affairs of confequence away, To go, or not, when unresolv'd he stood, I bid him make what swift return he could ; 155 Then killing me, he said, I recommend All to thy care, but most my Trojan friend, 1 fmild at what he innocently faid, And only answer'd, You shall be obey'd. Propitious winds have born him far from hence, But let uot this secure

your

confidenoe. 160 Absent he is, yet absent he commands : You know the proverb, “ Princes have long

hands," My fame's

my

burden: for the more I'm prais’d, A juster ground of jealousy is rais'd. 165

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Were I less fair, I might have been more bleft:
Great beauty through great danger is pofseft.
To leave me here his venture was not hard,
Because he thought my virtue was my guard.
He fear'd my face, but trusted to my life,
The beauty doubted, but believ'd the wife.
You bid me use th' occasion while I can,
Put in our hands by the good easy man.
I would, and yet I doubt, 'twixt love and fear;
One draws me from you, and one brings me

near,

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Our fames are mutual, and

are mutual, and my husband's

gone : The nights are long; I fear to lie alone. One house contains us, and weak walls divide, And you're too prelling to be long deny'd. Let me not live, but ev'ry thing conspires 180 To join our loves, and yet my fear retires. You court with words, when you should force

employ : A rape is requisite to shame-fac'd joy. Indulgent to the wrongs which we receive, Our sex can suffer what we dare not give. 185 What have I said ? for both of us 'twere best, Our kindling fire if each of us supprest. The faith of strangers is too prone to change, And, like themselves, their wand'ring paflions

range.

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Hypsipile, and the fond Minonian maid, 190
Were both by trusting of their guests betray'd,
How can I doubt that other men deceive,
When you yourself did fair Enone leave ?
But lest I should upbraid your treachery,
You make a merit of that crime to me. 195
Yet grant you were to faithful love inclin'd,
Your weary Trojans wait but for a wind.
Should

you prevail; while I assign the night,
Your fails are hoisted, and you take your flight:
Some bawling mariner our love destroys,
And breaks alunder our unfinilli'd joys.
But I with you may leave the Spartan port,
To view the Trojan wealth and Priam's court:
Shown while I fee, I shall expofe my fame,
And fill a foreign country with my shame, 205
In Asia what reception shall I find ?
And what dishonor leave in Greece behind ?
What will your brothers, Priam, Hecuba,
And what will all your modeft matrons say?
E'en you, when on this action you reflect, 210
My future conduct justly may fufpect ;
And whate'er ftranger lands upon your coast,
Conclude me, by your own example, loft.
I from your rage a strumpet's name shall hear,
While
you forget what

part in it you bear. 215 You, my crime's author, will my crime upbraid: Deep under ground, oh, let me first be laid !

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You boast the

pomp and plenty of your land, And promise all shall be at my command : Your Trojan wealth, believe me, I despise; 220 My own poor native land has dearer ties. Should I be injur'd on your Phrygian shore, What help of kindred could I there implore ? Medea was by Jason's flatt'ry won : I

may, like her, believe, and be undone. Plain honest hearts, like mine, fufpect no cheat, And love contributos to its own deceit, The ships, about whose fides loud tempests roar, With gentle winds were wafted from the shore. Your teeming mother dream'd a flaming brand, Sprung from her womb, consum'd the Trojan

land. To second this, old prophecies conspire, That Ilium shall be burnt with Grecian fire. Both give me fear; nor is it much allay'd, That Venus is oblig'd our loves to aid. For they, who lost their cause, revenge will take; And for one friend two enemies Nor can I doubt, but, should I follow

you, The sword would foon our fatal crime pursue. A wrong so great my husband's rage would

roufe, And my

relations would his cause espouse. You boast your strength and courage; but, alas! Your words receive small credit from your face.

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