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ODE X. CUPID IN WAX.

A rustic brought, of curious Mold,
A waxen Cupid to be sold:
“What Price, I cry'd, ingenuous say,
“For this small Image shall I pay?”
“Small is the Price, reply'd the Clown,
“Take it, e'en take it at your own:
“To tell you all without a Lye,
“I make no Images, not I;
“But dare not in my Mansion trust
“This Patron of unbounded Lust.”
“If so, then for this little Coin,
“Said I, the Deity is mine.

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“And now, great God, my Breast inspire,
“There kindle all thy gentle Fire:
“But, if thou fail'st to favour me,
“I swear I'll make a Fire of thee.”