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On a Lady's Fan.

I slyly stole this secret Charm,
In hopes my Chloe to disarm:
The artifice was mean and poor.
And She as potent as before,
Let Jove his Thunder lay aside,
His Godhead soon will be defy'd.
If Venus but her Zone remove,
You would not know the Queen of Love;
And Cupid, maugre all his skill,
Without his Bow, could never kill.
Fair Nymph, thy boundless pow'r I own
Dependent on Thy Self alone:
Superior Thou in every part;
Alike to Nature, as to Art.