While thus the Cupids hear the Cyprian Dame,
The groves refounded where a Goddess came.
The warlike Pallas march'd with mighty ftride,
Her fhield forgot, her helmet laid aside.
Her hair unbound, in curls and order flow'd,
And Peace, or fomething like, her vifage fhew'd
So, with her eyes ferene, and hopeful hafte,
'The long-stretch'd alleys of the wood fhe trac'd
But, where the woods a fecond entrance found,
With feepter'd pomp and golden glory.crown'd,
The ftately Juno ftalk'd, to reach the feat,
And hear the fentence in the last debate ;
And long, feverely long, refent the grove;
In this, what boots it fhe's the wife of Jove?
Arm'd with a grace at length, fecure to win,
The lovely Venus, smiling, enters in ;
All fweet and fhining, near the youth fhe drew,
Her rofy neck ambrofial odours threw;
The facred fcents diffus'd among the leaves,
Ran down the woods, and fill'd their hoary caves ;
The charms, fo amorous all, and each fo great,
The conquer'd Judge no longer keeps his feat;
Opprefs'd with light, he drops his weary'd eyes,
And fears he should be thought to doubt the prize.
ROM town fair Arabella flies:
The beaux unpowder'd grieve;
The rivers play before her eyes;
The breezes, foftly breathing, rife;
The Spring begins to live.
Her lovers fwore, they must expire :
Yet quickly find their eafe ;
For, as he goes, their flames retirę,
Love thrives before a nearer fire,
Efteem by diftant rays.
Yet foon the fair-one will return,
When Summer quits the plain::
Ye rivers, pour the weeping urn;
Ye breezes, fadly fighing, mourn;
Ye lovers, burn again.
Tis conftancy enough in love.
That Nature's fairly fhewn :
To fearch for more, will fruitless prove
Romances, and the turtle dove,
The virtue boast alone.
PON a bed of humble clay,
In all her garments loose,
A prostitute my mother lay,
To every comer's use.
Till one gallant, in heat of love,
His own peculiar made her;
And to a region far above,
And fofter beds, convey'd her.
But, in his abfence, to his place
His rougher rival came ;
And, with a cold conftrain'd embrace,
Begat me on the dame.
I then appear'd to public view
A creature wondrous bright;
But fhortly perishable too,
Inconftant, nice, and light.
On feathers not together fast
I wildly flew about,
And from my father's country pafs'd
To find my mother out.
Where her gallant, of her beguil'd,
With me enamour'd grew,
And I, that was my mother's child,
Brought forth my mother too.
A Fairy Tale, in the ancient English Style,
Battle of the Frogs and Mice,
Part of the first Canto of the Rape of the Lock
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