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Rec.
Ophelia still maintain'd the Field,
And Modestly refus'd to yield;
Still strove, and struggl'd to be gone,
And fain wou'd from his Arms have run:
Tho' proud to be so close pursu'd,
And thought a Venus by a GOD.
And Modestly refus'd to yield;
Still strove, and struggl'd to be gone,
And fain wou'd from his Arms have run:
Tho' proud to be so close pursu'd,
And thought a Venus by a GOD.
A Thousand Ways Fond Mars essay'd
To soften the Relentless Maid:
With Many a Sigh He told his Pain,
And dropp'd a Thousand Tears in vain:
Tho' Sighs and Tears, they say, will move,
And pass for Eloquence in Love.
At last the Amorous God of War
(Unable such Repulse to bear)
Resolv'd by Dint of Force to gain
What He by Art had sought in vain.
Then, like a Soldier, seiz'd his Bliss,
And ravish'd from the Fair a Kiss.
The GOD all-over Transport, swore
Venus ne're charm'd him so before.
But when more closely he survey'd
This Mortal Beauty, British Maid,
Well-pleas'd with His Mistake, He said.
To soften the Relentless Maid:
With Many a Sigh He told his Pain,
And dropp'd a Thousand Tears in vain:
Tho' Sighs and Tears, they say, will move,
And pass for Eloquence in Love.
At last the Amorous God of War
(Unable such Repulse to bear)
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What He by Art had sought in vain.
Then, like a Soldier, seiz'd his Bliss,
And ravish'd from the Fair a Kiss.
The GOD all-over Transport, swore
Venus ne're charm'd him so before.
But when more closely he survey'd
This Mortal Beauty, British Maid,
Well-pleas'd with His Mistake, He said.
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