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Nobly adorn'd, and finish'd to display
A fuller Beam of Heav'n's Ethereal Ray.
A fuller Beam of Heav'n's Ethereal Ray.
May all thy Charms encrease, O lovely Boy!
Spare them, ye Pains, and Age alone destroy!
So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
A Child, the God might boast to look like thee!
When young Iülus' Form he deign'd to wear,
Such were his Smiles, and such his winning Air:
Ev'n Venus might mistake thee for her own,
Did not thy Eyes proclaim thee not her Son;
Thence all the Lightning of thy Mother's flies,
A Cupid, grac'd with Citheræa's Eyes!
Spare them, ye Pains, and Age alone destroy!
So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
A Child, the God might boast to look like thee!
When young Iülus' Form he deign'd to wear,
Such were his Smiles, and such his winning Air:
Ev'n Venus might mistake thee for her own,
Did not thy Eyes proclaim thee not her Son;
Thence all the Lightning of thy Mother's flies,
A Cupid, grac'd with Citheræa's Eyes!
Yet ah! how short a Date the Pow'rs decree
To that bright Frame of Beauties and to thee?
Pass a few Days, and all those Beauties fly!
Pass a few Years, and thou alas! shalt die!
To that bright Frame of Beauties and to thee?
Pass a few Days, and all those Beauties fly!
Pass a few Years, and thou alas! shalt die!
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