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Idyllium IV.

[The sacred Nine not cruel Cupid fear]

The sacred Nine not cruel Cupid fear,
His Steps they follow, and the God revere.
You who are Strangers to the Lover's Pain,
Can claim no Place in the Poetic Train;
Your bold Attempts at Verse are all in vain.
But you who dread, yet hug, the killing Dart,
And feel the Anguish of the pleasing Smart;
Whose softer Breasts burn with a generous Fire,
All blest in Song, successful strike the Lyre.
Certain Applause the Lover's Lays attends;
Love, and the Muses, they were always Friends.
Fain, in heroic Numbers, would I tell,
One nobly conquer'd, and he greatly fell;
This I'd have rais'd to an immortal Fame;
But no kind Muse to my Assistance came.
Then I begun with Lycidas, and Love;
The Muses smil'd, and all my Verse approve.