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CUPID's Reply.

I

Come tell me Cupid, Venus cries,
And speak, if possible, sincere,
What mortal Beauty boasts such Eyes
As these? The God reply'd, Kildare.

II

But see, my Child, this Form of mine,
What Charms, what Graces wanton there,
Who equals now this Bloom divine?
Persisting Cupid cries, Kildare.

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III

This Skin excells the Virgin Snow,
These Lips, these Cheeks the Soul ensnare,
Can fairest Forms such Beauties show?
Cries Cupid, go—, observe Kildare.

IV

Her Innocence let Cynthia boast,
And Wisdom's Queen her Virtues rare,
Yet their united Charms, at most,
Will prove faint Copies of Kildare.
 

The Right Honourable the Countess of Kildare.