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ODE LXIV. TO CUPID.

Idalian God, with golden Hair,
O Cupid, ever young and fair,
Fly to my Aid, and safely shroud
Me in a purple-beaming Cloud,
And on thy painted Wings convey
A faithful Lover on his Way.
Thy Blandishments disturb my Rest,
And kindle Tumults in my Breast;

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The pleasing poison was convey'd
Late from the lovely Lesbian Maid;
Her sun-bright Eye discharg'd a Dart,
That rankling preys upon my Heart:
In sparkling Wit beyond Compare,
She slights, alas! my silver Hair,
Regardless of my heart-felt Pain,
And fondly loves some happier Swain.