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The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702)

excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck

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The Defeat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Defeat.

Gainst Celinda's Marble Brest
All his Arrows having spent,
And in vain each Arrow sent,
Impotent, unarmed Love,
In a shady Myrtle Grove
Layd him down to rest.
'Soon as layd, asleep he fell:
And a Snake, in (as he slept)
To his empty Quiver crept.
VVhen fair Chloris, whose soft Heart
Love had wounded, (and its smart
Lovers best can tell)
This Advantage having spy'd;
Of his Quiver, and his Bow
Thought to rob her sleeping Foe:
Softly going then about
To have seiz'd upon them; out
Strait the Snake did glide.
With whose Hisses frighted, she,
(Nimbly starting back again)
Thus did to herself complain:
Never cruell Archer! never
(Full, or empty) does thy Quiver
Want a sting for Me.