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Book III. ODE III.
To Venus.
'Tis true, I was a sturdy Souldier once,
And bravely under Cupid's banners fought:
Disbanded now, his service I renounce,
My warlike weapons serve for nought.
And bravely under Cupid's banners fought:
Disbanded now, his service I renounce,
My warlike weapons serve for nought.
Here! take my Helmet, Sword and Shield,
My Bow, my Quiver, my Artillery;
Chloe has beaten me quite out of th' field,
And leads me in captivity.
My Bow, my Quiver, my Artillery;
Chloe has beaten me quite out of th' field,
And leads me in captivity.
Great Venus! thou that know'st what I have been,
How able, and how true a friend to Smocks!
Revenge my quarrel on th' imperious Quean,
And pay her with a Pox!
How able, and how true a friend to Smocks!
Revenge my quarrel on th' imperious Quean,
And pay her with a Pox!
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