 | The Land of Love |  |
The City of Love.
In this delightful Land is seen to rise(Lifting its splendid Structures to the Skies)
A City glorious to beholding Eyes;
Call'd by Love's Name; and here the charming God,
When he retires to Pleasure, makes Abode.
All Nations hither hourly do resort,
To add a Splendor to the glorious Court:
The Young, the Old, the Witty, and the Wise;
The Fair, the Ugly, Lavish, and Precise;
The Base, the Brave, the Modest, and the Loud,
Promiscuously are blended in the Crowd.
From distant Shores young Kings their Courts remove,
To pay their Homage to the God of Love.
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And in Love's softer Bus'ness spend the Day:
Freely they here do with their Vassals live,
Claiming nor Homage, nor Prerogative.
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