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 :::Venus, queen of ſoft deſire,
 * Leaves her ſeat thee to admire!

Celia! to Corydon's lays
 * come liſten, and deign me a ſmile;

Ne'er herken a voice that betrays,
 * Ne'er feed on the ſlanderer's guild

To thee I'll be faithful and true;
 * keep ev'ry word firm in my mind;

Shall always my vow;
 * you'll say that young Corydon's.

With the the ſweet livelong day,
 * I would walk thy ſweet verſes to hear;

Or mark out the flowers of the May,
 * devoid of diſtreſs, or of fear.

With the my joy is full,
 * O firſt of the choicest fair!

Thy virtue's complete as the Nile,
 * who with any dear Celia can compare?

In induſtry's walk ſhe has trode,
 * experienc'd all changes of ſtate;

Heaven reigns in her humble abode
 * thro' all the world Celia is great!

O! how does the ſport on the green
 * and dance with the jovial throngs;

Of every neat concert the queen poem
 * in her preſence no day does ſeem long.