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Because a hero forc'd me once away,
Am I thought fit to be a second prey?
Had I been won, I had deserv'd

your blame,
But sure my part was nothing but the shame.
Yet the base theft to him no fruit did bear,
I’scap'd unhurt by any thing but fear.
Rude force might some unwilling kisses gain;
But that was all he ever could obtain.
You on such terms would ne'er have let me go;
Were he like you, we had not parted fo.
Untouch'd the youth restor’d me to my friends,
And modest usage made me some amends.
'Tis virtue to repent a vicious deed.
Did he repent, that Paris might succeed?
Sure 'tis fome fate that sets me above wrongs,
Yet still exposes me to busy tongues.
I'll not complain; for who's difpleas'd with love,
If it sincere, discreet, and constant prove?
But that I fear; not that I think

you base,
Or doubt the blooming beauties of my face;
But all your sex is subject to deceive,
And ours, alas, too willing to believe.
Yet others yield; and love o’ercomes the best:
But why should I not shine above the rest ?
Fair Leda's story seems at first to be
A fit example ready form’d for me.
But she was cozen'd by a borrow'd shap
And under harmless feathers felt a rape.
If I should yield, what reason could I use?
By what mistake the loving crime excuse?
Her fault was in her powerful lover loft ;
But of what Jupiter have I to boast?
Tho’you to heroes and to kings succeed,
Our famous race does no addition need;
And
great

alliances but useless prove
To one that comes herself from mighty Jove.

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Go then, and boalt in some less haughty place
Your Phrygian blood, and Priam's ancient race ;
Which I would thew I valu’d, if I durft;
You are the fifth from Jove, but I the firit.
The crown of Troy is pow'rful, I confeís;
But I have reason to think ours no less.
Your letter, fillid with promiles of all
That men can good, and women pleasant call,
Gives expectation such an ample field,
As would move Goddesses themselves to yield.
But if I e'er offend great Juno's laws,
Yourself shall be the dear, the only cause:
Either my honour I'll to death maintain,
Or follow you, without mean thoughts of gain.
Not that so fair a present I despise;
We like the gift, when we the giver prize.
But 'tis your love moves me, which made you take
Such pains, and run such hazards for my

fake,
have perceiv'd (tho' I diffembled too)
A thousand things that love has made you do.
Your eager eyes would almost dazzle mine,
In which (wild man) your wanton thoughts would shine.
Sometimes you'd sigh, sometimes disorder'd stand,
And with unusual ardour press my hand;
Contrive just after me to take the glass,
Nor would you let the least occasion pass:
When oft I fear’d, I did not mind alone,
And blushing fate for things which you have done :
Then murmur'd to myself, He'll for my

fake
Do any thing; I hope 'twas no mistake.
Oft have I read within this pleasing grove,
Under my name, those charming words, I love.
I, frowning, seem'd not to believe your fame;
But now, alas, am come to write the same.
If I were capable to do amiss,
I could not but be fenfible of this.

For

have eyes,

voice;

For oh! your face has such peculiar charms,
That who can hold from flying to your arms!
But what I ne'er can have without offence,
May some bleft maid poffefs with innocence.
Pleasure may tempt, but virtue more should move;
O learn of me to want the thing you love.
What you defire is fought by all mankind:
As
you

so others are not blind.
Like you they see, like you my charms adore;
They wish not less, but you dare venture more.
Oh! had you then upon our coasts been brought,
My virgin-love when thousand rivals fought,
You had I seen, you should have had my
Nor could my husband juftly blame my choice,
For both our hopes, alas! you come too late;
Another now is master of my fate.
More to my wish I could have liv’d with you,
And yet my present lot can undergo.
Cease to sollicit a weak woman's will,
And urge not her you

love to so much ill.
But let me live contented as I may,
And make not my unspotted fame your prey.
Some right you claim, since naked to your eyes
Three Goddesses disputed beauty's prize:
One offer'd valour, t'other crowns; but the
Obtain'd her caule, who smiling promis'd me.
But first I am not of belief so light,
To think such nymphs would inew you such a sight:
Yet granting this, the other part is feign’d;
A bribe so mean your sentence had not gain’d.
With partial eyes I fould myself regard,
To think that Venus made me her reward:
I humbly am content with human praise;
A Goddess's applause would cnvy raise.
But be it as you say; for, 'tis confeft,
The men, who flatter higheit, please us beit.

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That I suspect it, ought not to displease;
For miracles are not believ'd with ease.
One joy I have, that I had Venus' voice;
A greater yet, that you confirm'd her choice;
That proffer'd laurels, promis’d sovereignty,
Juno and Pallas you conteinn’d for me.
Am I your empire then, and

your renown?
What heart of rock, but must by this be won?
And yet bear witness, O you Pow'rs above,
How rude I am in all the arts of love!
My hand is yet untaught to write to men:
This is th' essay of my unpractis'd pen.
Happy those nymphs, whom use has perfect made!
I think all crime, and tremble at a shade.
E’en while I write, my fearful conscious eyes
Look often back, misdoubting a surprise.
For now the rumour spreads among the croud,
At court in whispers, but in town aloud:
Dissemble you, whate'er you

hear 'em say: To leave off loving were your

better

way; Yet if you will diffemble it, you may. Love secretly: the absence of

my

lord
More freedom gives, but does not all afford:
Long is his journey, long will be his stay;
Calld by affairs of consequence away.
To go, or not, when unresolv'd he stood,
I bid him make what swift return he could:
Then kissing me, he said, I recommend
All to thy care, but most my Trojan friend.
I smil'd at what he innocently faid,
And only answer’d, You shall be obey'd.
Propitious winds have borne him far from hencs,
But let not this secure your confidence.
Absent he is, yet absent he commands:
You know the proverb, “ Princes have long hands."
My fame's my burden ; for the more I'm prais’d,
A jufter ground of jealousy is rais’d.

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Were I less fair, I might have been more bleft:
Great beauty through great danger is poffeft.
To leave me here his venture was not hard,
Because he thought my virtue was my guard.
He fear'd my face, but trusted to my life,
The beauty doubted, but believ'd the wife.
You bid me use th’occasion while I can,
Put in our hands by the good easy man.
I would, and yet I doubt, 'twixt love and fear;
One draws me from you, and one brings me near.
Our frames are mutual, and my

husband's

gone :
The nights are long; I fear to lie alone.
One house contains us, and weak walls divide,
And you're too pressing to be long deny'd.
Let me not live, but ev'ry thing conspires
To join our loves, and yet my fear retires.
You court with words, when you should force employ:
A rape is requisite to shame-fac'd joy.
Indulgent to the wrongs which we receive,
Our sex can suffer what we dare not give.
What have I said? for both of us 'twere best,
Our kindling fire if each of us supprest.
The faith of strangers is too prone to change,
And, like themselves, their wand'ring paffions range,
Hypsipile, and the fond Minonian maid,
Were both by trusting of their guests betray'd.
How can I doubt that other men deceive,
When you yourself did fair Oenone leave!
But lett I should upbraid your treachery,
You make a merit of that crime to me.
Yet

grant you were to faithful love inclin'd,
Your weary Trojans wait but for a wind.
Should you prevail; while I affign the night,
Your fails are hoisted, and

you
take

your flight:
Some bawling mariner our love destroys,
And breaks asunder our unfinish'd joys.

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