And Thou, unhappy Child, She faid Obedient CUPID kneeling cry'd, The Lofs of These I can fupply CUPID Mistaken. I. AS after Noon, one Summer's Day, VENUS ftood bathing in a River; CUPID a-fhooting went that Way, New ftrung his Bow, new fill'd his Quiver. II. With Skill He chofe his fharpeft Dart: The too well-guided Arrow flew. III I faint! I die! the Goddess cry'd O cruel, could'st Thou find none other, To wreck thy Spleen on? Parricide! Like NERO, Thou haft flain thy Mother. IV. Poor CUPID fobbing fcarce could speak; Alas! how eafie my Mistake? I took You for your Likeness, CLOB. W VENUS US Miftaken. I. HEN CLOE's Picture was to VENUS fhown; Surpriz'd, the Goddess took it for Her own. And what, faid She, does this bold Painter mean? When was I Bathing thus, and Naked feen? II. Pleas'd II. Pleas'd CUPID heard, and check'd His Mother's Pride: IF F Wine and Mufick have the Pow'r, But She to Morrow will return: Let Us to Morrow's Bleffings own: Thy darling LoVES fhall guide the Hours; THE The DO VE Tantæne animis cæleftibus Ira? Virg. I. IN N VIRGIL'S Sacred Verfe we find, That Paffion can depress or raise The Heav'nly, as the Human Mind: Who dare deny what VIRGIL fays? II. But if They fhou'd; what our Great Master Fair VENUS wept the fad Difafter Of having loft her Fav'rite DoVE. III. In Complaisance poor CUPID mourn'd; But She fhou'd have her Dove again. Tho' None, faid He, fhall yet be nam'd, V. With that, his longeft Dart he took, As Conftable wou'd take his Staff: VI. LOVES VI. LOVES Subaltern, a Duteous Band, Like Watchmen round their Chief appear: And VENUS mask'd brought up the Rear Accouter'd thus, their eager Step TO CLOE's Lodging They directed: (At once I write, alas! and weep, That CLOE is of Theft fufpected.) Late They set out, had far to go: St. DUNSTAN'S, as They pafs'd, ftruck One. CLOE, for Reasons good, You know, IX. With one great Peal They rap the Door, Lord! what will all the Neighbours fay The Door is open'd: up They run: Nor Prayers, nor Threats divert their Speed: Thieves, Thieves! cries SUSAN; We're undone; They'll kill my Mistress in her Bed. XI. In Bed indeed the Nymph had been She commonly went up at Ten, |