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Cupid's Power.

Disdain not, Fair one, since we know
Your Heart's a Mark for Cupid's Bow:
The Scorns you cast at Love will turn
Like Lightning back, and make you burn.
Let those whom Age hath set aside
To Court the Grave for their next Bride;
Or let the frigid Matron say
They will no god of Love obey.
But you who want nor Youth, nor Fire
To kindle Altus of Desire;
I doubt not but ere long you'l be
Loves Proselite as well as we.