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Nor why they like or this, or c'other face,
Orjudge of this, or that peculiar grace;
But love in gross, and stupidly admire:
As flies, allur’d by light, approach the fire.
Thus our man-beast advancing by degrees,
First likes the whole, then sep’rates what he sees;
On sev'ral parts a sev'ral praise bestows,
The ruby lips, the well-proportion’d nose,
The snowy skin, and raven-glossy hair,
The dimpled cheek, and forehead rising fair,
And ev’n in sleep itself, a smiling air.
From thence his eyes descending view'd the rest,
Her plump round arms, white hands, and heaving

Long on the last he dwelt, tho ev'ry part
A pointed arrow sped to pierce his heart,

Thus in a trice a judge of beauty grown, (A judge erected from a country clown) He long’d to see her eyes, in Number hid, And with'd his own could pierce within the lid : He would have wak'd her, but restrain'd his thought, And love new-born the first good manners taught. And awful fear his ardent wilh withstood, Nor durst disturb the goddess of the wood. For such the seem'd by her celestial face, Excelling all the rest of human race.

And things divine, by common sense he knews
Must be devoutly seen, at distant view:
So checking his desire, with trembling heart
Gazing he stood, nor would, nor could depart ;
Fix'd as a pilgrim wilder'd in his way,
Who dares not stir by night, for fear to stray,
But stands with awful eyes to watch the dawn

of day. At length awaking, Iphigene the fair, (So was the beauty call’d, who caus'd his care) Unclos'd her eyes, and double day reveald, While those of all her slaves in Neep were seald.

The slav'ring cudden, propp'd upon his staff, Stood ready gaping with a grinning laugh, To welcome her awake, nor durft begin To speak, but wisely kept the fool within. Then she; What makes you, Cymon, here alone? (For Cymon's name was round the country known Because descended of a noble race, And for a soul ill forted with his face.)

But still the sot stood filent with surprise, With fix'd regard on her new open'd eyes, And in his breast receiv'd th' invenom'd dart, A tickling pain that pleas’d amid the smart. But conscious of her form, with quick distrust She saw his sparkling eyes, and fear’d his brutallust:

This to prevent, she wak'd her sleepy crew,
And rising hasty, took a short adieu.

Then Cymon first his rustic voice essay'd,
With proffer'd service to the parting maid
To see her safe ; his hand she long deny'd,
But took at length, afham'd of such a guide:
Sa Cymon led her home, and leaving there,
No more would to his country clowns repair,
But sought his father's house, with better mind,
Refusing in the farm to be confin’d.

The father wonder'd at the son's return,
And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn ;
But doubtfully receiv'd, expecting still
To learn the secret causes of his alter'd will.
Not was he long delay'd: the first request
He made, was like his brothers to be dress'd,
And as his birth requir’d, above the rest.

With ease his suit was granted by his fire,
Distinguishing his heir by rich attire:
His body thus adorn'd, he next design'd
With lib'ral arts to cultivate his mind;
He fought a tutor of his own accord,
And study'd lessons he before, abhorrid.

Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd so fast,
That in short time his equals he surpa's'd:


His brutal manners from his breast exild,
His mien he fashion'd, and his tongue he fil'd;
In ev'ry exercise of all admir'd,
He seem'd, nor only seem'd, but was inspir’d:
Inspir'd by love, whose business is to please ;
He rode, he fenc'd, he moy'd with graceful ealer
More fam'd for senfe, for courtly carriage more,
Than for his brutal folly known before.

What then of alter'd Cymon shall we say,
But that the fire which choak'd in alhes lay,
A load too heavy for his foul to move,
Wasupward blown below,and brush'daway by love.
Love made an active progress thro his mind,
The dusky parts he clear’d, the gross refin'd,
The drowsy wak’d; and as he went impress’d
The Maker's image on the human breast.
Thus was the man amended by desire,
And tho he lov'd perhaps with too much fire,
His father all his faults with reason scan'd,
And lik'd an error of the better hand;
Excus'd th' excess of paffion in his mind,
By flames too fierce, perhaps too much refind :
So Cymon, since his fire indulg'd his will,
Impetuous lov’d, and would be Cymon still ;
Galesus he disown'd, and chose to bear
The name of foolconfirm'd, and bishop'd by the fair.

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To Cipseus by his friends his suit he mov'd, Cipfeus the father of the fair he lov'd : But he was pre-engag'd by former ties, While Cymon was endeavouring to be wise : And Iphigene, oblig'd by former vows, Had giv’n her faith to wed a foreign spouse : Her fire and she to Rhodian Pasimond, Though both repenting, were by promise bound, Nor could retract; and thus, as fate decreed, Tho better lov’d, he spoke too late to speed.

The doom was past, the ship already sent
Did all his tardy diligence prevent:
Sigh’d to herself the fair unhappy maid,
While stormy Cymon thus in secret said :-
The time is come for Iphigene to find
The miracle she wrought upon my mind :
Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love
In rank shall place me with the bless’d above.
For mine by love, by force the shall be mine,
Or death, if force should fail, shall finish my

Resolv'd he said ; and rigg'd with speedy care
A vessel strong, and well equipp'd for war.
The secret ship with chosen friends he stor’d;
And bent to die, or conquer, went aboard.

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