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Rh The gentle Poison by Degrees inspire Thro’ all her Breast; then fan die rising Fire, And kindle all her Soul. The Mother said, With Joy the God her soft Commands obey’d. Aside his Quiver, and his Wings he flung, And like the Boy, tript along.

time the Goddess on throws A balmy Slumber and a sweet Repose; Lull’d in her Lap to rest, the Queen of Love, Convey’d him to the soft Idalian Grove. Wrapt in a flow’ry Bed her Charge she laid, And breathing round him rose the fragrant Shade.


 * Cupid, pleas’d his Orders to obey,

Brought the rich Gifts; led the Way. He came, and found on costly Carpets spread The Queen majestic midst her golden Bed. The great and the  lye On pompous Couches, stain’d with Tyrian Dye. Soft