Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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A SONG.
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A SONG.
Revenge against Cynthia.
See, Cupid, we have found our lovely Foe,
Who slights thy Pow'r, and does my Flame despise,
Now thou art arm'd with all thy Shafts and Bow,
And she at Mercy 'twixt two Enemies.
Who slights thy Pow'r, and does my Flame despise,
Now thou art arm'd with all thy Shafts and Bow,
And she at Mercy 'twixt two Enemies.
Asleep she's laid upon this Bed of Flowers,
Her Charms the sole Defence to save her Breast;
Thoughtless of injur'd me, or of thy Powers;
Oh, that a Guilty Soul can take such rest!
Her Charms the sole Defence to save her Breast;
Thoughtless of injur'd me, or of thy Powers;
Oh, that a Guilty Soul can take such rest!
Now may'st thou eas'ly with a single Dart
Revenge thy self, and me upon her Heart.
Revenge thy self, and me upon her Heart.
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