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 The mirthful god of amorous pleasure smil'd To see how he this captive nymph beguil'd: For hitherto he did but fan the fire, And kept it down that it might mount the higher.— Now wax'd she jealous, lest his love abated, Fearing her own thoughts made her to be hated. Therefore unto him hastily she goes, And, like light Salmacis, her body throws Upon his bosom, where with yielding eyes She offers up herself a sacrifice, To slake his anger, if he were displeas'd: O what god would not therewith be appeas'd? Like Æsop's cock, this jewel he enjoy'd, And as a brother with his sister toy'd, Supposing nothing else was to be done, Now he her favour and goodwill had won. But know you not that creatures wanting sense, By nature have a mutual appetence; And wanting organs to advance a step, Mov'd by Love's force, unto each other leap? Much more in subjects having intellect, Some hidden influence breeds like effect. Albeit Leander, rude in love and raw, Long dallying with Hero, nothing saw