Poems, Songs and Love-Verses upon several Subjects. By Matthew Coppinger |
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To one that disswaded him from the Love of Clelia.
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To one that disswaded him from the Love of Clelia.
Go, dull Mechanick! whose Invective PrideDares the Epitome of love deride;
Go to black Acheron, there tell thy deeds
To the dull VVinds, which on the Vallies feeds;
And let thy poys'nous Breath extol the Fame
Of some old VVitch, or Hagg, or canting Dame.
Croak Carrols to the Toad or hissing Snake,
And breathe thy Venom o're the Stygean Lake.
And for to please thy fancy, may'st thou be
Inchanted with thy VVifes deformity.
O Divine Clelia! can the Gods connive
At Blasphemy, and let the Slave survive?
If you thus deal with such unequal odds,
I'll scorn to worship such Plebeian Gods.
There's not an Air, a Whisper, or a Breath
Proceeds from her, but triumphs over Death.
The blushing Sky grows pale, if she but frowns,
And the shrill Orbs leave their harmonious sounds.
Prometheus from her Beauty stole that Fire,
With which he did his new form'd Man inspire.
Her Breath the Zeph'rus is that chears the Earth,
Those sweet Perfumes that give the Phœnix birth.
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Are quite beyond Comparison compleat.
Go then, grim Cur, repent what thou hast done,
And leave to bark at such a glorious Sun.
My Clelia is so fair, and free from harms,
Such Innocence in her all-conquering Charms,
That shou'd the admiring World but chance to pry
Into those hidden Glories of her Eye,
They'd ne're adore another Deity.
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