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 These soothing arts to Venus sure were known, To beg immortal arms, to grace her son; Her injur'd spouse each thrilling word inspires, With every pang of love to second her desires. With nicest art the fair adult'ress draws Her fond addresses from a distant cause; And all her guileful accents are design'd To catch his passions, and ensnare his mind. 'Tis hence the poet learns in every part, To bend the soul, and give with wondrous art A thousand diff'rent motions to the heart. Hence, as his subject gay or sad appears, He claims our joy, or triumphs in our tears; Who, when he sees how Orpheus' sorrows flow, Weeps not his tears, and answers woe for woe? When he his dear EuridiceEurydice [sic] deplores, To the deaf rocks, and solitary shores; With the soft harp the bard relieves his pain, For thee, when morning dawns, prolongs the strain, For thee, when Phœbus seeks the seas again.