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THE LAP-DOG.
While Minny sports on Silvia's Knee,I wishing view, with Pain I see,
The little fav'rite Dog enjoys
A Bliss it knows not how to prize.
See, smiling Silvia, with what Care,
She strokes the Skin, and combs the Hair;
She lisps, and fawns, and laughs, and plays,
And sports with Minny twenty ways.
O how with Envy I'm possest,
To see that spotted Brute so blest!
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But not in Floods of golden Rain:
A Minny's Form if he prevail,
Must all the Love-sick God conceal.
For Minny's the best Creature grown,
And has the kindest Favours shown.
Securely on her Lap it lies,
Or freely gazes on her Eyes;
To touch her Breast, may share the Bliss,
And unreprov'd, may snatch a Kiss:
O Heav'ns, the Joy! who would not be
That envy'd Thing, blest Minny, thee?
Jove, grant me but what here I crave,
No more I'll ask, no more I'll have;
Give me a Spell, a potent Charm,
To turn my self to Minny's Form.
In sportful Dance, and wanton Play
On Silvia's Lap I'll spend the Day.
But when the Dusk of ev'ning Shade
Has call'd her to the downy Bed;
Then let me on her Bosom burn,
And back again to Damon turn.
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