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For women soon are kind, if peevish grown;
Faintly they struggle, when their rage is gone.
That known, the youth her fragrant bosom press'd,
And warm'd with melting lips each swelling breast.
Then thus begun;—oh! how shall I proclaim $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Thy ev'ry charm? shall I thy wond'rous frame
A second Venus, or Minerva name?
For sure those looks no earthly stamp display;
None ever boasted so refin'd a clay:
Bless'd be thy fire, and bless'd be doubly more
The fertile womb, which the fair burden bore.
With pity hear a youth his flame reveal;
Whom you could only wound, 'tis you can only heal.
If Venus be your guide, let Venus move;
And by her great example learn to love.
Ah! come, this silly name of maid despise;
Indulge thy soul, and give a loose to joys.