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(1731) | | To Cloe’s Lap all Men must yield; |
| Against this Part there is no shield. |
| —Late Miscel. |
THY Muse, O Bard! that Wonders tell, | |
| Fair Cloe’s Charms Below Reveals; | |
| The Blissful Seat all Men Adore, | |
| When felt; when seen, that strikes no more: | |
| Tho’ thus thy Muse Displays the Place, | 5 |
| Full oft Review’d in Shining Glass; | |
| Yet still Neglects thy vent’rous Lyre, | |
| The Greatest Joys which Youths inspire. | |
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| As Laborers in the Oozy Mine, | |
| Must deep Descend, (as Lakes of Brine) | 10 |
| In Caverns dark, thro’ Veins below, | |
| Thro’ Mazes, Turnings, Windings go, | |
| Earth’s Treasures far beneath unbind, | |
| The Gold and Silver Oar to find; | |
| So must each Swain his Courage prove, | 15 |
| Within, to seek the Joys of Love. | |
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| When Ships at Sea, in Storms are tost, | |
| By furious Gales in Tempest lost; | |
| When foaming Waves disturb the Main; | |
| Below the Waters move Serene; | 20 |
| Thus Ruff to view tho’ Cloe’s Pride, | |
| Within the greatest Charms reside. | |
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| ’Tis no One Toy that wins the Swain, | |
| That gives to Youthful Damon Pain; | |
| The Eyes like Stars, and shining Hair, | 25 |
| The globous Breasts our Youths Ensnare; | |
| Fine Ivory Limbs concealed, Surprize; | |
| The Vale, and Mount, and Snowy Thighs, | |
| Of Beauteous Cloe ne’er employed | |
| In Love, nor Ever Once Enjoyed; | 30 |
| He’s more than Man that These can view, | |
| And not the Game of Love pursue. | |
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| When panting Breast to Breast is joined, | |
| We Feast on Raptures unconfined, | |
| Vast and Luxuriant, such as prove, | 35 |
| The Immortality of Love. | |
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| Love’s Palace fills each Breast with Fire, | |
| This Damon moves with strong Desire: | |
| As Lilies fair the Banks adorn, | |
| And Violets in the Bosom worn; | 40 |
| As near some purling Streams are seen, | |
| The spreading Boughs of Willow Green; | |
| As Trees that grace the verdant Plain, | |
| And Hills compleat the Rural Scene; | |
| As Noble Mansions furnished round, | 45 |
| With Hangings fair and Fringe abound; | |
| So Cloe gay has pow’rful Charms, | |
| To set off what the Lover warms. | |
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| No single Joy the Swain excites, | |
| ’Tis All the Female that invites; | 50 |
| Her Sense, her Wit, her Beauties all, | |
| By which the Youthful Lovers fall. | |
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| As Warriors in the Martial Field, | |
| Make Stubborn Foes to Conduct yield, | |
| By various Arts and Toils prevail, | 55 |
| When Cannons loud and Mortars fail; | |
| Thus when their Charms Below are vain, | |
| By others Females Conquest gain. | |
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