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Thus to the Wilds the sturdy Cymon went,
A 'Squire among the Swains, and pleas’d with

Banishment.
His Corn, and Cattle, were his only Care,
And his supream Delight a Country-Fair.

It happen'd on a Summer's Holiday,
That to the Greenwood-shade he took his way;
For Cymon shun'd the Church, and us'd not much

to Pray. His Quarter-Staff, which he cou'd ne'er forsake, Hung half before, and half behind his Back. He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of Thought,

By Chance conducted, or by Thirst constrain’d, The deep Recesses of the Grove he gain'd; Where in a Plain, defended by the Wood,

a Crept through the matted Grassa Chrystal Flood, By which an Alablaster Fountain stood: And on the Margin of the Fount was laid (Attended by her Slaves) a sleeping Maid. Like Dian, and her Nymphs,when tir’d withSport, To rest by cool Eurotas they resort:

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The Dame herself the Goddess well express’d, 7. Not more distinguish'd by her Purple Vest,

Than by the charming Features of her face,
And ev’n in Slumber a superior Grace:
Her comely Limbs compos’d with decent Care,
Her Body shaded with a flight Cymarr;
Her Bosom to the View was only bare:
Where two beginning Paps were scarcely spy’d;
For yet their Places were but signify'd:
The fänning Wind upon her Bofom Blovs
To meet the fanning Wind the Bosom rose;

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tinue her Repose.
The Fool of Nature, stood with stupid Eyes
And gaping Mouth, that testify'd Surprize,
Fix'd on her face, nor cou'd remove his Sight,
New as he was to Love, and Novice in Delight:
Long mute he stood, and leaning on bis Staff,
His Wonder witness'd with an Ideot laugh ;
Then would have spoke, but by his glimmering

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Doubted for what he was he should be known, By his Clown-Accent, and his Country-Tone.

Through the rude Chaos thus the running Ligh Shot the first Ray that pierc'd the Native Night: Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix’d, Till gather'd in a Globe, the Beams were fix'd: Last shone the Sun, who radiant in his Sphere Illumin’d Heav'n, and Earth, and rowI'd around So Reason in this Brutal Soul began: (the Year. Love made him first suspect he was a Man; Love made him doubt his broad Barbarian Sound, By Love his want of Words, and Wit, he found: That sense of Want prepar'd the future way To Knowledge, and disclos'd the promise of a Day.

What not his Father's Care, nor Tutor's Art Cou'd plant with Pains in his unpolish'd Heart, The best Instructor, Love, at once inspir’d, As barren Grounds to Fruitfulness are fir’d: Love taught him Shame, and Shame with Love Soon taught the sweet Civilities of Life Cat Strife His grofs material Soul at once could find Somewhat in her excelling all her Kind:

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Above, but just above, the Brutal Kind.
For Beasts can like, but not distinguish too,
Nor their own liking by Reflection know;

Nor why they like or this, or c’other Face, is Sphe Or judge of this or that peculiar Grace,

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But love in gross, and stupidly admire;

As Flies allur'd hy. Light, approach the Fire. Man: Thus our Man-Beast advancing by degrees, arian Sor First likes the whole, than sep’rates what he sees;

On sev'ral Parts, a fev'ral Praise beitows,
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The snowy Skin; the Raven-glossy Hair,
The dimpled Cheek, the Foreheaad rising fair,

And ev’n in Sleep it self a smiling Air.
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Her plump round Arms, white Hands, and heav-

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Thus in a trice a Judge of Beauty grown,
(A Judge ere&ted from Country-Clown)
He long’d to see her Eyes in Slumber hid ;
And wish'd his own cou'd pierce within the Lid:
He wou'd havewak'd her,but restrain'd his Thought,
And Love new-born the first good Manners taught.
An awful Fear his ardent Wish withstood,
Nor durft disturb the Goddess of the Wood;
For fuch she seem'd by her celestial Face,
Excelling all the rest of human Race:
And Things divine, by common Sense he knew;
Must be devoutly seen at distant View:
So checking his Desire, with trembling Hëart,
Gazing he stood, nor would, nor could depart;
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as a Pilgrim wilder'd in his Way,
Who dares not stir by Night for fear to stray,[Day.
But stands with awful Eyes to watch the dawn of)

At length awaking, Iphigene the Fair
(So was the Beauty call?d who caus’d his Care)
Unclos'd her Eyes, and double Day reveald,
While those of all her Slaves in Sleep were seald.

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