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 Scarce yet the parallel would be compleat, Not that so beautiful, nor this so sweet. Of old the thinking dotards did agree To stint the graces to the number three; Had Hero bleft those times, they soon had found Too dull their notion, and too strait their bound: When e'er she smil'd, had view'd with dumb surprize, Ten thousand graces sporting in her eyes. The bright immortal must with pleasure hear A priestess, far above all mortals fair: In beauty's charms (could beauty's cause be try'd) If not a rival, surely near ally'd. No wonder then each youth a flame confest, And with heav'd hands the sweet enchantress blest: None but inspir'd with tender thoughts, began To wish himself (in vain!) the happy man. Desiring eyes on the lov'd object hung, Where-e'er she glided thro' the wond'ring throng,