The conquering Virign:
OR,
The Maiden Triumph;
To an excellent new Air.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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WE all to Conquering Beauty bow,
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it's pleasing Powers admire;
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But I ne'er saw a Face till now,
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that like yours could inspire;
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Now I may say I met with one,
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amazes all Mankind;
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And like Men gazing on the Sun,
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with too much light am blind.
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Soft as the tender moving sighs,
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when longing Lovers meet;
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Like the Divining Prophets Wife,
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and like blown Roses sweet;
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Majestick gay, reserv'd yet free
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each happy Night a Bride;
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A Mean like awful Majesty,
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and yet no spark of Pride.
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The Patriarch to gain a Wife
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chast, beautiful and young;
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Serv'd fourteen years a painful life,
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and never thought it long;
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And were I to reward such Care,
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and life so long would stay,
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Not fourteen, but four hundred years,
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and think it as one day.
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Thy Virgin-Innocence does move
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Dianas beauteous Train;
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And make them both admire and Love
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like some resistless swain:
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I had resolv'd no charming Art
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should e'er my mind subdue,
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But Strephons tender yielding Heart,
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owns Cupids Power in you.
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As when the Indian first does spy
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the dawning of the light
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It Captivates his wondring Eye
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so charming is the sight,
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But as the morning grows more bright,
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his pleasure still encrease,
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Untill the sullen sable night,
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do's cause those Joys to cease.
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VI.
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Let us upon soft silken Flowers
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enjoy our bloom and prime,
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And sweetly pass away those hours,
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that glide away with Time;
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The light-foot minuits will not stay,
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and Lovers hours are few;
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My fairest then do not delay,
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but give great Love his Due.
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Thy Blushes and each charming Grace,
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that can so sweetly please,
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And all the Beauties of thy Face
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were made for Lovers Ease;
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To recompence that restless Pains,
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those Torments and those Fears,
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Those Sighs, (of which we all complain)
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in our most happy years.
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Then fairest Nymph let Strephon find
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the Pleasures of thy Arms,
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Be like a beauteous Goddess kind,
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and yield me all thy Charms;
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The Pleasures of the Gods above,
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I will not envy then,
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Such are the mighty Joys of Love,
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ordain'd for Happy Men.
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