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 Herewith he stay'd his fury; and began To give her leave to rise; away she ran: After went Mercury, who us'd such cunning, As she, to hear his tale, left off her running; (Maids are not won by brutish force and might, But speeches full of pleasure and delight;) And knowing Hermes courted her, was glad, That she such loveliness and beauty had, As could provoke his liking; yet was mute; And neither would deny, nor grant his suit. Still vow'd he love; she, wanting no excuse To feed him with delays, as women use, Or thirsting after immortality, (All women are ambitious naturally,) Impos'd upon her lover such a task, As he ought not perform, nor yet she ask. A draught of flowing nectar she requested, Wherewith the king of gods and men is feasted. He, ready to accomplish what she will'd, Stole some from Hebe; (Hebe Jove's cup fill'd) And gave it to his simple rustic love, Which being known, (as what is hid from Jove?) He inly storm'd, and wax'd more furious Than for the fire filch'd by Prometheus;