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When Love was born of heavenly line,
What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!
Till Venus cried, “A mother's heart is mine;
None but myself shall nurse my boy.”

But, infant as he was, the child
In that divine embrace enchanted lay;
And, by the beauty of the vase beguil'd,
Forgot the beverage—and pin'd away.

“And must my offspring languish in my sight?”
(Alive to all a mother's pain,
The Queen of Beauty thus her court address'd)
“No: Let the most discreet of all my train
Receive him to her breast:
Think all, he is the God of young delight.”

Then Tenderness with Candour join'd,
And Gaiety the charming office sought;
Nor even Delicacy stayed behind:
But none of those fair Graces brought
Wherewith to nurse the child—and still he pin'd.
Some fond hearts to Compliance seem'd inclin'd;
But she had surely spoil'd the boy:
And sad experience forbade a thought
On the wild Goddess of Voluptuous Joy.

Long undecided lay th'important choice,
Till of the beauteous court, at length, a voice
Pronounced the name of Hope:—The conscious child
Stretched forth his little arms and smil'd.

'Tis said Enjoyment (who averr'd
The charge belong'd to her alone)
Jealous that Hope had been preferr'd
Laid snares to make the babe her own.

Of Innocence the garb she took,
The blushing mien and downcast look;
And came her services to proffer:
And Hope (what has not Hope believ'd!)
By that seducing air deceiv'd,
Accepted of the offer.

It happen'd that, to sleep inclin'd,
Deluded Hope for one short hour
To that false Innocence's power
Her little charge consign'd.

The Goddess then her lap with sweetmeats fill'd
And gave, in handfuls gave, the treacherous store:
A wild delirium first the infant thrill'd;
But soon upon her breast he sunk—to wake no more.