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To Mrs. Vernon. On her Marriage.
I
Fair Venus, Queen of Female Charms,Calls to her Son one Day;
Come, Cupid, come; to Arms, to Arms;
And leave your childish Play.
II
See'st thou yon blooming tender Fair,Whom every Grace adorn's;
Whose lovely Face, and Shape, and Air,
Surprize and charm by Turns.
III
Good-nature smooths her equal Brow,Love sparkles in her Eyes;
Compassion melts her tender Heart,
She's all that Man can prize.
IV
With such superior Charms she shines,So exquisitely fair,
That all my Graces, by Mistake,
Are fled to wait on Her.
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V
Haste then, my Dear, your Bow prepare,Chuse out the keenest Dart;
Find one that's worthy of the Fair,
And strike him thro' the Heart.
VI
See that with Merit, Virtue join,To form his manly Breast;
Good-nature with fond Love combine,
To make the Fair one blest.
VII
Enough, enough, young Cupid cries,I'll please you in a Man;
Find one more worthy of the Prize
Than Vernon if you can.
VIII
He spoke; and let an Arrow fly;I bleed, the Lover cry'd:
Hymen stepp'd in, and clos'd the Wound,
Or he had surely dy'd.
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