AS 1 Jupiter I made my Court in vain; | |
| I’ll now assume my Native shape again. | |
| I’m weary to be so unkindly us’d, | |
| And would not be a God to be refus’d. | |
| State grows uneasie when it hinders Love; | 5 |
| A glorious Burden, which the wise remove. | |
| Now, as a Nymph, I need not sue, nor try | |
| The force of any lightning but the Eye. | |
| Beauty and Youth more than a God command; | |
| No Jove could e’er the force of these with-stand. | 10 |
| ’Tis here that Sovereign Power admits dispute, | |
| Beauty sometimes is justly absolute. | |
| Our sullen Catoes, whatsoe’er they say, | |
| Even while they frown and dictate Laws, obey. | |
| You, mighty Sir, our bonds more easie make, | 15 |
| And gracefully what all must suffer take; | |
| Above those forms the Grave affect to wear, | |
| For ’tis not to be wise to be severe. | |
| True wisdom may some gallantry admit, | |
| And soften business with the charms of wit. | 20 |
| These peaceful Triumphs with your Cares you bought, | |
| And from the midst of fighting Nations brought. | |
| You only hear it thunder from afar, | |
| And sit in peace the Arbiter of War: | |
| Peace, the loath’d Manna, which hot Brains despise, | 25 |
| You knew its worth, and made it early prize: | |
| And in its happy leisure sit and see | |
| The promises of more felicity. | |
| Two glorious Nymphs of your one God-like line, | |
| Whose Morning Rays like Noontide strike and shine; | 30 |
| Whom you to suppliant Monarchs shall dispose, | |
| To bind your Friends and to disarm your Foes. | |
