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(From The Fan, 1713)
* * * * * SEE, to his soft embraces how she steals, | |
| And on his lips her warm caresses seals; | |
| No more her hand the glitt’ring jav’lin holds, | |
| But round his neck her eager arms she folds. | |
| Why are our secrets by our blushes shown? | 5 |
| Virgins are virgins still—while ’tis unknown. | |
| Here let her on some flowery bank be laid, | |
| Where meeting beeches weave a grateful shade, | |
| Her naked bosom wanton tresses grace, | |
| And glowing expectation paints her face, | 10 |
| O’er her fair limbs a thin loose veil is spread, | |
| Stand off, ye shepherds; fear Actaeon’s head; | |
| Let vig’rous Pan the unguarded minute seize, | |
| And in a shaggy goat the virgin please, | |
| Why are our secrets by our blushes shown? | 15 |
| Virgins are virgins still—while ’tis unknown. | |
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| There with just warmth Aurora’s passion trace, | |
| Let spreading crimson stain her virgin face; | |
| [Behind, her rosy mantle loosely flows, | |
| Her blooming features youthful health disclose.] | 20 |
| See Cephalus her wanton airs despise, | |
| While she provokes him with desiring eyes; | |
| [Now unconstrain’d she will indulge her flame, | |
| Prevailing love hath stifled all her shame.] | |
| To raise his passion she displays her charms, | 25 |
| His modest hand upon her bosom warms; | |
| Nor looks, nor prayers, nor force his heart persuade, | |
| But with disdain he quits the rosy maid. | |
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| Here let dissolving Leda grace the toy, | |
| Warm cheeks and heaving breasts reveal her joy; | 30 |
| Beneath the pressing swan she pants for air, | |
| While with his flutt’ring wings he fans the fair. | |
| There let all-conqu’ring gold exert its power, | |
| And soften Danae in a glitt’ring shower. | |
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| Would you warn beauty not to cherish pride, | 35 |
| Nor vainly in the treach’rous bloom confide, | |
| On the machine the sage Minerva place, | |
| With lineaments of wisdom mark her face; | |
| See, where she lies near some transparent flood, | |
| And with her piper cheers the resounding wood: | 40 |
| Her image in the looking glass she spies, | |
| Her bloated cheeks, worn lips, and shrivelled eyes; | |
| She breaks the guiltless pipe, and with disdain | |
| Its shattered ruins flings upon the plain. | |
| With the loud reed no more her cheek shall swell; | 45 |
| What, spoil her face! no. Warbling strains, farewell. | |
| Shall arts—shall sciences employ the fair? | |
| Those trifles are beneath Minerva’s care. | |
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| From Venus let her learn the married life, | |
| And all the virtuous duties of a wife. | 50 |
| Here on a couch extend the Cyprian dame, | |
| Let her eye sparkle with the growing flame; | |
| The God of war within her clinging arms, | |
| Sinks on her lips, and kindles all her charms. | |
| [The prying Sun their am’rous strife betrays, | 55 |
| And through the casement darts his treach’rous rays.] | |
| Paint limping Vulcan with a husband’s care, | |
| And let his brow the cuckhold’s honours wear; | |
| Beneath the net the captive lovers place, | |
| Their limbs entangled in a close embrace. | 60 |
| [The summon’d Gods survey the struggling bride, | |
| And with contemptuous smiles the spouse deride.] | |
| Let these amours adorn the new machine, | |
| And female nature on the piece be seen; | |
| So shall the fair as long as fans shall last | 65 |
| Learn from your bright examples to be chaste. | |
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