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You're liberal now, but when your turn is fped,
You'll wish me choak’d with ev'ry crust of bread.
I'll give thee more, much more than I have told;
Would I could coin my very heart to gold.
Forgive thy handmaid, huntress of the wood!
I see there's no resisting flesh and blood!
D A PHNIS.
The noble deed is done; my herds I'll cull;
Cupid, be thine a calf; and Venus thine a bull.
A maid I came in an unlucky hour,
But hence return without my virgin flow'r.
A maid is but a barren name at best;
If thou canst hold, I bid for twins at least.
Thus did this happy pair their love dispense
With mutual joys, and gratify'd their sense :
The God of love was there a bidden guest,
And present at his own mysterious feast.
His azure mantle underneath he spred,
And scatter'd roses on the nuptial bed;
While folded in each other's arms they lay,
He blew the flames, and furnish'd out the play,
And from their foreheads wip'd the balmy sweat away.
First rose the maid, and with a glowing face,
Her downcaft eyes beheld her print upon the grass;
Thence to her herd the sped herself in hafte:
The bridegroom started from his trance at last,
And piping homeward jocundly he past.
Elight of human kind, and Gods above,
Parent of Rome, propitious queen of love, Whose vital pow'r, air, earth, and sea supplies; And breeds whate’er is born beneath the rowling kies: For every kind, by thy prolific might, Springs, and beholds the regions of the light. Thee, Goddess, thee the clouds and tempefts fear, And at thy pleafing presence disappear : For thee the land in fragrant flow'rs is drest; For thee the ocean smiles, and smooths her wavy breast; And Heav'n itself with more serene and purer light is
bleft. For when the rising spring adorns the mead, And a new scene of nature stands display'd, When teeming bads, and chearful greens appear, And western gales unlock tắe lazy year; The joyous birds thy welcome first express, Whofe native songs thy genial fire confess, Then favage beasts bound o'er their fighted food, Struck with thy darts, and tempt the raging flood.. All nature is thy gift; earth, air, and fea: Of all that breathes, the various progeny, Stung with delight, is goaded on by thee. O'er barren mountains, o'er the flow'ry plain, The leafy forest, and the liquid main, Extends thy uncontrol'd and boundless reign. Through all the living regions doft thou move, And scatter'ft, where thou go'st, the kindly seeds of love. Since then the race of every living thing Obeys thy pow'r; fince nothing new can spring
Without thy warmth, without thy influence bear;
Or beautiful, or lovesome can appear;
Be thou my aid, my tuneful fong inspire,
And kindle with thy own productive fire;
While all thy province, Nature, I survey,
And sing to Memmius an immortal lay
Of heav'n and earth, and every where thy wondrous
To Memmius, under thy sweet influence born,
Whom thou with all thy gifts and graces doft adorn.
The rather then affist my Muse and me,
Infusing verses worthy him and thee.
Mean-time on land and sea let barb'rous discord cease,
And lull the litt’ning world in universal peace.
To thee mankind their soft repose must owe;
For thou alone that blessing canst bestow;
Because the brutal business of the war
Is manag'd by thy dreadful servant's care;
Who oft retires from fighting fields, to prove
The pleasing pains of thy eternal love;
And, panting on thy breast, fupinely lies,
While with thy heavenly form he feeds his famith'd eyes;
Sucks in with open lips thy balmy breath,
By turns restor'd to life, and plung'd in pleasing death.
There while thy curling limbs about him move,
Involv'd and fetter'd in the links of love,
When, withing all, he nothing can deny,
Thy charms in that auspicious moment try;
With winning eloquence our peace implore,
And quiet to the weary world restore.