He break my Darts, or hurt my Pow'r!
He, LEDA'S Swan, and DAN AE's Show't!
Go, bid him his Wife's Tongue reftrain;
And mind his Thunder, and his Rain.
My Darts? O certainly I'll give 'em :
From CLOE's Eyes He shall receive 'em.
There's One, the Beft in all my Quiver,
Twang! thro' his very Heart and Liver.
He then shall Pine, and Sigh, and Rave:
Good Lord! what Buftle fhall We have!
NEPTUNE muft ftraight be fent to Sea;
And FLORA fummon'd twice a-day:
One must find Shells, and t'other Flow'rs,
For cooling Grotts, and fragrant Bow'rs,
That CLOE may be ferv'd in State:
The HOURS must at Her Toilet wait:
Whilst all the reafoning Fools below,
Wonder their Watches go too flow.
LYBS must fly South, and EURUS Eaft,
For Jewels for Her Hair and Breaft:
No Matter tho' their cruel Hafte
Sink Cities, and lay Forrefts waste.
No Matter tho' This Fleet be loft;
Or That lie wind-bound on the Coaft.
What whis'pring in my Mother's Ear!
What Care, that JUNO fhou'd not hear!
What Work among You Scholar Gods!
PHOEBUS muft write Him am'rous Odes:
And Thou, poor Cousin, must compose
His Letters in fubmiffive Profe:
Whilft haught y CLOE, to fuftain
The Honour of My myftic Reign,
Shall all his Gifts and Vows difdain;
And laugh at your Old Bully's Pain.
Dear Couz, faid HERMES in a Fright,
For Heav'n fake keep Your Darts: Good Night.
RESOLVE ME, CLOE, what is THIS:
Or forfeit me One precious Kiss.
'Tis the first Off-spring of the Graces ;
Bears diff'rent Forms in diff'rent Places;
Acknowledg'd fine, where-e'er beheld;
Yet fancy'd finer, when conceal'd.
'Twas FLORA's Wealth, and CIRCE'S Charm ;
PANDORA'S Box of Good and Harm:
'Twas MARS's Wifh, ENDYMION's Dream;
APELLES' Draught, and OVID's Theme.
THIS guided THESEUS thro' the Maze;
And fent Him home with Life and Praife.
But THIS undid the PHRYGIAN Boy;
And blew the Flames that ruin'd TROY.
THIS fhew'd great Kindness to old GREECE, 2
And help'd rich JASON to the Fleece.
THIS thro' the East juft Vengeance hurl'd,
And loft poor ANTHONY the World.
Injur'd, tho' LUCRECE found her Doom
THIS banish'd Tyranny from ROME.
Appeas'd, tho' LAIS gain'd her Hire;
THIS fet PERSEPOLIS on Fire.
For THIS ALCIDES learn'd to Spin;
His Club laid down, and Lion's Skin.
For THIS APOLLO deign'd to keep,
With fervile Care, a Mortal's Sheep.
For THIS the Father of the Gods,
Content to leave His high Abodes,
In borrow'd Figures loosely fan,
EUROPA'S Bull, and LED A's Swan.
For THIS He reaffumes the Nod;
(While SEMELE commands the God)
Launces the Bolt, and shakes the Poles;
Tho' MOMUS laughs, and JUNO fcolds.
Here lift'ning CLOE fmil'd, and said ;
Your Riddle is not hard to read:
I Guess it—Fair one, if You do ;
Need I, alas! the Theme purfue?
For THIS, Thou fee'ft, for THIS I leave,
Whate'er the World thinks Wife or Grave,
Ambition, Business, Friendship, News,
My useful Books, and ferious Muse.
For THIS I willingly decline
The Mirth of Feafts, and Joys of Wine;
And chufe to fit and talk with Thee,
(As Thy great Orders may decree)
Of Cocks and Bulls, of Flutes and Fiddles,
Of Idle Tales, and foolish Riddles.
The QUESTION, to LISETTA.
WHAT Nymph fhou'd I admire, or truft,
But CLOB Beauteous, CLOE Juft?
What Nymph fhou'd I defire to fee,
But Her who leaves the Plain for Me?
To Whom fhou'd I compofe the Lay,
But Her who liftens, when I play?
To Whom in Song repeat my Cares,
But Her who in my Sorrow fhares?
For Whom fhou'd I the Garland make,
But Her who joys the Gift to take,
And boafts She wears it for My Sake?
In Love am I not fully bleft?
LISETTA, pr'ythee tell the reft.
URE CLOE Juft, and CLOE Fair
Deferves to be Your only Care:
But when You and She to Day
Far into the Wood did ftray,
And I happen'd to pass by;
Which way did You caft your Eye?
But when your Cares to Her You sing,
Yet dare not tell Her whence they spring;
Does it not more afflict your Heart,
That in those Cares She bears a Part?
When You the Flow'rs for CLO& twine,
Why do you to Her Garland join
The meanest Bud that falls from Mine? ̈
Simpleft of Swains! the World may fee,
Whom CLOE loves, and Who loves Me.
HE Pride of ev'ry Grove I chose, The Violet fweet, and Lilly fair, The dappl'd Pink, and blufhing Rofe, To deck my charming CLOE's Hair.
At Morn the Nymph vouchfaft to place
Upon her Brow the various Wreath ;
The Flow'rs less blooming than Her Face,
The Scent lefs fragrant than Her Breath.
III.
The Flow'rs She wore along the Day:
And ev'ry Nymph and Shepherd said, That in her Hair they lookt more gay, Than glowing in their Native Bed.
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