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Rh Love heard, and strait prepar'd a Dart:
 * Myra, revenge my Cause, said he.

Too sure 'twas shot; I feel the Smart, It rends my Brain, and tears my Heart:
 * O Love! my Conqueror, pity me.

OW fly, Discretion, to my Aid, See haughty Myra, fair and bright, In all the Pomp of Love array'd,
 * Ah now I tremble at her Sight!

She comes! She comes! Before her all
 * Mankind does prostrate fall.

Love, a Destroyers fierce and young, Adventrous, terrible, and strong, Cruel and rash, delighting still to vex,
 * Sparing nor Age nor Sex,

Commands in chief: Well fortify'd he lies, And from her Lips, her Cheeks, her Eyes, All Opposition he defies.
 * Reason, Love's old inveterate Foe,
 * Scarce ever reconcil'd 'til now,
 * Reason assists her too.

A wise Commander he, for Council fit, But nice and coy, nor has been seen to sit Rh