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Just bloom'd thy Beard: Thy Beard of golden Hue:
Thy Locks, in golden Waves, about thy Shoulders flew.
Sprightly thy Look: Thy Shapes in ev'ry Part
So clean, as might instruct the Sculptor's Art;
As far as Man extended: Where began
The Beast, the Beast was equal to the Man.
Add but a Horse's Head and Neck; and he,
O Castor, was a Courser worthy thee.
So was his Back proportion'd for the Seat;
So rose his brawny Chest; so swiftly mov'd his Feet.
Coal-black his Colour, but like Jett it shone;
His Legs, and flowing Tail were white alone.
Belov'd by many Maidens of his Kind;
But Fair Hylonomè possess'd his Mind;
Hylonomè, for Features, and for Face,
Excelling all the Nymphs of double Race:
Nor less her Blandishments, than Beauty, move;
At once both loving, and confessing Love.
For him she dressd: For him, with Female Care
She comb'd, and set in Curls, her auborn Hair.
Of Roses, Violets, and Lillies mix'd,
And Sprigs of flowing Rosemary betwixt,
She form'd the Chaplet that adorn'd her Front:
In Waters of the Pagasæan Fount,
And in the Streams that from the Fountain play,
She wash'd her Face; and bath'd her twice a Day.
The Scarf of Furs, that hung below her Side,
Was Ermin, or the Panther's spottcd Pride;
Spoils of no common Beast: With equal Flame
They lov'd: Their Silvan Pleasures were the same:
All Day they hunted: And when Day expir'd,
Together to some shady Cave retir'd:
Invited to the Nuptials, both repair:
And, Side by Side they both engage in War.
Uncertain from what Hand, a flying Dart
At Cyllarus was sent; which pierc'd his Heart.

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