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A SONG.
While with labour and toil,Mars travers'd the isle
Of Cnidus, his goddess to find;
He storm'd, and he swore,
That she never more
Should tyrannize over his mind.
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The Goddess was laid,
Adonis close clap'd in her arms;
While in raptures she glows,
Secure of repose,
Nor thought of opposing alarms.
While the God roughly chaff'd,
Sly Cupid, who laugh'd,
Flew quick with the news, as desire,
She starts from her bow'r,
Exerts all her pow'r,
And fac'd him while swelling with ire.
She look'd; he relented;
She sigh'd; he repented;
She spoke; to her bosom he flew,
There melting with love,
Forgot to reprove,
And fancy'd her constant and true.
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