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Cupid and Plutus.

I

When Celia, Love's eternal Foe,
To rich old Gomez first was marry'd:
And angry Cupid came to know,
His Shafts had err'd, his Bow mis-carry'd;

II

He sigh'd, he wept, he hung his Head,
On the cold Ground, full sad, he laid him;
When Plutus, there by Fortune led,
In this desponding Plight survey'd him.

III

And sure, he cry'd, you'll own at last
Your boasted Pow'r by mine exceeded:
Say, wretched Boy, now all is past,
How little She your Efforts heeded.

IV

If with Success you wou'd assail,
Gild, Youngster, doubly gild your Arrows:
Little the feather'd Shafts avail,
Tho' wing'd from Mamma's Doves and Sparrows.

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V

What tho' each Reed, each Arrow grew,
Where Venus bath'd herself; depend on't,
'Twere more for Use, for Beauty too,
A Di'mond sparkled at the End on't.

VI

Peace, Plutus, Peace!—the Boy reply'd;
Were not my Arts by your's infested,
I cou'd each other Pow'r deride,
And rule this Circle, unmolested.

VII

See yonder Pair! no worldly views
In Chloe's gen'rous Breast resided:
Love bade her the spruce Valet chuse,
And she by potent Love was guided.

VIII

For this! she quits her golden Dreams,
In her gilt Coach no more she ranges:
And her rich Crimson, bright with Gems,
For Cheeks impearl'd with Tears, she Changes.

IX

Tho' sordid Celia own'd your Pow'r,
Think not so monstrous my disgrace is:
You gain'd this Nymph—that very Hour,
I gain'd a Score in diff'rent Places.