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Book 10. Hunts not the grinning Wolf, or foamy Boar, And trembles at the Lion's hungry Roar. Thee too, Adonis, with a Lover's Care She warns, if warn'd thou wou'dst avoid the Snare. To furious Animals advance not nigh, Fly those that follow, follow those that fly; 'Tis Chance alone must the Survivors save, Whene'er brave Spirits will attempt the Brave. O! lovely Youth! in harmless Sports delight; Provoke not Beasts, which, arm'd by Nature, fight. For me, if not thy self, vouchsafe to fear; Let not thy Thirst of Glory cost me dear. Boars know not how to spare a blooming Age; No sparkling Eyes can sooth the Lion's Rage. Not all thy Charms a savage Beast can move, Which have so deeply touch'd the Queen of Love. When bristled Boars from beaten Thickets spring, In grinded Tusks a Thunderbolt they bring. The daring Hunters Lions rouz'd devour, Vast is their Fury, and as vast their Pow'r: Curst be their tawny Race! If thou would'st hear What kindled thus my Hate; then lend an Ear: The wond'rous Tale I will to thee unfold, How the fell Monsters rose from Crimes of old. But by long Toils I faint: See! wide-display'd, A grateful Poplar courts us with a Shade. The grassy Turf, beneath, so verdant shows, We may secure delightfully repose. With her Adonis here be Venus blest; And swift at once the Grass, and him she prest. Then sweetly smiling, with a raptur'd Mind, On his lov'd Bosom she her Head reclin'd, And thus began; but mindful still of Bliss, Seal'd the soft Accents with a softer Kiss. Perhaps thou may'st have heard a Virgin's Name, Who still in Swiftness swiftest Youths o'ercame. Won-