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Cupid only throws the Dart,

That’s dreadful to a Warriour’s Heart.

And ſhe that VVounds can only cure the Smart.

If not for mine, for Empires ſake,

Some pity on your Lover take.

Ah! make not in a hopeleſs Fire,

A Hero fall, and Troy once more Empire.

Purſue thy Conqueſt, Love—her Eyes,

Confeſs the Flame her Tongue Denyes.

To the Hills and the Vales, to the Rocks and the Mountains

To the Muſical Groves, and the cool Shady Fountains,

Let the Triumphs of Love and of Beauty be Shown,

Go Revel ye Cupids, the day is your own,

Eyward Siſters you that Fright,

The Lonely Traveller by Night.

VVho like diſmal Ravens Crying,

Beat the VVindowes of the Dying.

Appear at my call, and ſhare in the Fame,

Of a Miſchief ſhall make all Carthage to Flame.

Say Beldam what’s thy will,

Harms our Delight and Miſchief all our Skill,

The Queen of Carthage whom we hate,

As we do all in proſperous State.

E’re Sun ſet ſhall moſt wretched prove,

Deprived of Fame, of Life and Love.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, &c.

Ruin’d e’re the Set of Sun,

Tell us how ſhall this be done.

The Trojan Prince you know is bound

By Fate to ſeek Italian Ground,

The Queen and He are now in Chaſe,

Hark, how the cry comes on apace.

But when they’ve done, my truſty Elf

In Form of Mercury himſelf.

As ſent from Jove ſhall chide his ſtay,

And Charge him Sail to Night with all his Fleet away.

Ho, Ho, ho, ho, &c.

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