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With pains of love tormented lies;
Corinna wakes. A dreadful sight! Echold the ruins of the night! A wicked rat her plaster stole, Half eat, and dragg’d it to his hole. The crystal eye, alas! was miss’d; And puss had on her plumpers p—fs’d.
---Et longam incomilata videtur
A pigeon pick'd her issue peas :
The nymph, though in this mangled
plight, Muft ev'ry morn her limbs unite. But how shall I describe her arts To recollect the scatter'd ? Or fhew the anguish, toil, and pain, Of gath’ring up herself again? The bashful muse will never bear In such a scene to interfere. Corinna in the morning dizen'd, Who sees will spew; who smells be poison d.
*STREPHON and CHLOE.
Written in the Year 1731.
ev'ry poets :
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* This poem has among they have a right to indulge others been censured for inde. themselves : he who is diflicacy, but with no better rea- guíted at the picture feels the son than'a medicine would be force of the precept, not to rejected for its ill taste. By disgust another by his pracattending to the marriage of tice; and let it never be forStrephon and Chloe, the reader gotten, that nothing quenchis neceffarily led to consider the es delire like indelicacy, and effect of that grofs familiarity that when defire has been tirus in which it is to be feared quenched, kindness will inemany married perfons think vitably grow cold.
So beautiful a nymph appears
would melt. * Though deep, yet clear, etc. Denham.
Dear Venus, hide this wond'rous maid, Nor let her loose to spoil your trade. While she engrosses ev'ry fwain, You but o'er half the world can reign. Think what a case all men are now in, What ogling, sighing, toasting, vowing ! What powder'd wigs ! what fames and
darts ! What hampers full of bleeding hearts ! What sword-knots! what poetic strains! What billet-doux, and clouded canes !
But Strephon sigh’d so loud and strong, He blew a settlement along: And bravely drove his rivals down With coach and fix, and house in town. The bashful nymph no more withstands, Because her dear papa commands. The charming couple now unites : Proceed we to the marriage-rites.
Imprimis, at the temple-porch Stood Hymen with a flaming torch : The smiling Cyprian goddess brings Her infant loves with purple wings; And pigeons billing, sparrows treading, Fair emblems of a fruitful wedding.
The muses next in order follow,
And Phæbus sung th’t epithalamium.
Luna was absent, on pretence
The rites perform’d, the parson paid, In state return'd the grand parade; With loud huzza's from all the boys, That now the pair must crown their joys.
But still the hardest part remains. Strephon had long perplex'd his brains, How with fo high a nymph he might Demean himself the wedding-night :
+ A marriage fong.
I Diana, goddess of midwith when they were going wives.
* A veil which the Roman brides cover'd themselves
tu be married.