Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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II. PART II.
If you go to the Temple, Nymph divine,
They'll ev'ry Image burn, and ev'ry Shrine;
Each Vot'ry there will only worship thine.
Fair Devotess, in heat of boiling Love,
Thinking you are descended from above,
Low at thy Feet they'll kneel, devoutly bow,
And with imploring Hymns they'll worship you:
Ave Marias they'll forget to sing,
Ave Corinna, thro' the Dome will ring;
They'll Feast upon your Beauty, glorious Saint;
The Crime may Damn them, for its breach of Lent.
They'll ev'ry Image burn, and ev'ry Shrine;
Each Vot'ry there will only worship thine.
Fair Devotess, in heat of boiling Love,
Thinking you are descended from above,
Low at thy Feet they'll kneel, devoutly bow,
And with imploring Hymns they'll worship you:
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Ave Corinna, thro' the Dome will ring;
They'll Feast upon your Beauty, glorious Saint;
The Crime may Damn them, for its breach of Lent.
O! had Pope Jean, like you, been killing Fair,
Your Sex had always fill'd the Papal Chair;
Then strictest Hugonets had gladly come
To kneel, and kiss thy lovely Toe at Rome.
Sweet Cherubim, you prove beyond the Priest,
They lye who plead, that Miracles are ceas'd.
Go then, fair Vot'ry, to the Dome and Pray,
You'll wash the Guilt of Heresy away,
And sanctify this Superstitious Day.
Your Sex had always fill'd the Papal Chair;
Then strictest Hugonets had gladly come
To kneel, and kiss thy lovely Toe at Rome.
Sweet Cherubim, you prove beyond the Priest,
They lye who plead, that Miracles are ceas'd.
Go then, fair Vot'ry, to the Dome and Pray,
You'll wash the Guilt of Heresy away,
And sanctify this Superstitious Day.
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