Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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CUPID turn'd Plowman.
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CUPID turn'd Plowman.
An Idyllium of MOSCHUS.
Once for his Pleasure LOVE would goWithout his Quiver, Torch, or Bow;
He took with him a Ploughman's Whip,
And Corn as much as fill'd his Scrip;
Upon his shoulders hung the Load,
And thus equipp'd he went abroad;
With Bulls that often Yoaks had worn,
He plow'd the Ground, and sow'd his Corn,
Then looking up to Heav'n with pride,
Thus mighty Jove he vilify'd.
Now scorch my Field, and spoil my Seed,
Do, and you shall repent the deed;
Europa's Bull I'll make you bow
Your haughty Neck, and draw my Plow.
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