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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
To Apollo Making Love
By Thomas Tickell (1686–1740)
I AM, cried Apollo, when Daphne he woo’d,
And panting for breath, the coy maiden pursued,
When his wisdom, in manner most ample, exprest,
The long list of the graces his godship possest:
I’m the god of sweet song, and inspirer of lays;        5
Nor for lays, nor sweet song, the fair fugitive stays;
I’m the god of the harp—stop my fairest—in vain;
Nor the harp, nor the harper could fetch her again.
Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know,
God of light I’m above, and of physic below:        10
At the dreadful word physic, the nymph fled more fast;
At the fatal word physic she doubled her haste.
Thou fond god of wisdom, then, alter thy phrase,
Bid her view the young bloom, and thy ravishing rays,
Tell her less of thy knowledge, and more of thy charms,        15
And, my life for’t, the damsel will fly to thy arms.

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