85. Minerva.
1
Away, away all you that be
Of Cupids gang; your sugered faces
Are no Magneticks unto me,
I can detest your soft embraces:
I need not care to flie from you,
I have the Graces and the Muses too:
2
Go Vulcan, go and tell thy tale,
And shew thy vices to another;
Thou never shalt on me prevail,
I've wit enough thy flames to smother.
I can take pleasure void of you,
I have, &c.
3
Go ruffling Courtiers, and salute
Such as you know will fall before ye;
No powder'd hair nor Sunday suit
Shall bribe Minerva to adore ye.
I can take pleasure, &c.
4
Go envies cursed whelps, and sit
Where snaky Strigies use to dally:
And you that spurn (like Zoilus) wit,
Go rest you in Charybdis valley.
I can rejoice in spite of you;
I have the Graces and the Muses too.