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Rh Cupid shall ne'er mistake another, However beauteous, for his mother; Nor shall his darts at random fly From magazine in Celia's eye. With women compounds I am cloy'd, Which only pleas'd in Biddy Floyd. For foreign aid what need they roam. Whom fate has amply blest at home? Unerring Heaven, with bounteous hand, Has formed a model for your land, Whom Jove endow'd with every grace; The glory of the Granard race; Now destined by the powers divine The blessing of another line. Then, would you paint a matchless dame, Whom you'd consign to endless fame? Invoke not Cytherea's aid, Nor borrow from the blue ey'd maid; Nor need you on the Graces call; Take qualities from Donegal.

RE cibum portans catulus dum spectat in undis, Apparet liquido prædæ melioris imago: Dum speciosa diu damna admiratur, et alte Ad latices inhiat, cadit imo vortice præceps Ore cibus, nec non simulachrum corripit una. Occupat ille avidus deceptis faucibus umbram; Illudit species, ac dentibus aëra mordet. BILLET