Miverva naked, from above,
With Venus, and the Wife of Jove,
Exposing ev'ry Beauty bare,
Descended to the Trojan Heir;
Yet this was she whom Poets name
Goddess of Chastity and Fame.
Penelope, her Lord away,
Gave am'rous Audiences all Day;
Now round the Bowl the Suitors sit,
With Wine provoking Mirth and Wit:
Then down they take the stubborn Bow;
Their Strength, it seems, she needs must know:
Thus twenty chearful Winters past,
She's yet immortaliz'd for chaste.
Smile Myra then, reward my Flame,
And be as much secure of Fame:
By all those matchless Beauties fir'd,
By my own matchless Love inspir'd,
So will I sing, such Wonders write,
That when th' astonish'd World shall cite
A Nymph of spotless Worth and Fame,
Myra shall be th' immortal Name.
