Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

While Jove in shape of Bull convey'd
O'er the wide Deep the trembling Maid,
She thought her usage most uncivil,
And wish'd her Pad was at the Devil.
But after he had laid aside,
The threatning horns and staring hide,
And, in his radiant Glories drest,
Rush'd eager to her snowy breast;
The Nymph expanded all her charms,
And met with equal Fires his arms.
From Bliss to Bliss entranc'd he rov'd,
And gave her Proofs how well he lov'd.
He gave her Proofs indeed, 'tis true,
But all his Proofs appear'd too few.

On the tir'd Ruler of the Skies
The Fair One turn'd her wishing Eyes;
But finding that she turn'd in vain,
Thus with a Sigh she spoke her Pain:

“And is it thus you me deceive?
“Is this the All that Jove can give?
“Was it for this o'er Seas I rode?
“Is this the Vigour of a God?
“You turn'd from Beast to Beau in vain;
“I wish you were a Bull again.