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MARULLUS IMITATED.
Rob'd like Diana, ready for the Chace,
Her Mind as spotless, and as fair her Face;
Young Sylvia stray'd beneath the dewy Dawn,
To course th' imperial Stag o'er Windsor-Lawn.
There Cupid view'd her speeding o'er the Plain,
The first and fairest of the rural Train:
And, by a small Mistake, the Pow'r of Love
Thought her the Virgin-Goddess of the Grove.
Soon aw'd with Innocence, t' evade her Sight
He fled, and drop'd his Quiver in the Flight:
Tho' pleas'd, she blush'd; and, with a glowing Smile,
Persu'd the God, and seiz'd the golden Spoil.
Her Mind as spotless, and as fair her Face;
Young Sylvia stray'd beneath the dewy Dawn,
To course th' imperial Stag o'er Windsor-Lawn.
There Cupid view'd her speeding o'er the Plain,
The first and fairest of the rural Train:
And, by a small Mistake, the Pow'r of Love
Thought her the Virgin-Goddess of the Grove.
Soon aw'd with Innocence, t' evade her Sight
He fled, and drop'd his Quiver in the Flight:
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Persu'd the God, and seiz'd the golden Spoil.
The Nymph, resistless in her native Charms,
Now reigns, possess'd of Cupid's dreaded Arms:
And, wing'd with Light'ning, from her radiant Eyes
Unerring in its speed, each Arrow flies.
No more his Deity is held divine;
No more we kneel at Cytherea's Shrine:
Their various Pow'rs complete in Sylvia, prove
Her Title to command the Realms of Love.
Now reigns, possess'd of Cupid's dreaded Arms:
And, wing'd with Light'ning, from her radiant Eyes
Unerring in its speed, each Arrow flies.
No more his Deity is held divine;
No more we kneel at Cytherea's Shrine:
Their various Pow'rs complete in Sylvia, prove
Her Title to command the Realms of Love.
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