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40  My Eyes view both with mighty Pleasure,
 * Impartial to your high Desert,

To both a like Esteem I measure,
 * To one alone can give my Heart.

Mysterous Guide of Inclination,
 * Tell me, Tyrant, why am I,

With equal Merit, equal Passion,
 * Thus the Victim chose to die?
 * Why am I
 * The Victim chose to die?

On Fate alone depends Success,
 * And Fancy Reason over-rules,

Or, why shou'd Virtue ever miss
 * Reward, so often given to Fools?

'Tis not the Valiant, nor the Witty,
 * But who alone is born to please,

Love does predestinate our Pity;
 * We chuse but whom he first decrees.

HEN fam'd Apelles sought to frame Some Image of th' Idalian Dame, To furnish Graces for the Piece He summon'd all the Nymphs of Greece; So