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Hop'st thou by meagre Looks to move?
Are Women frighten'd into Love?
He most prevails who nobly dares;
In Love an Hero, as in Wars:
Ev'n Venus may be known to yield,
But 'tis when Mars disputes the Field:
Sent from a daring Hand my Dart
Strikes deep into the Fair-one's Heart:
To Winds and Waves thy Cares bequeath,
A Sigh, is but a waste of Breath:
What tho' gay Youth, and every Grace
That Beauty boasts, adorn her Face,
Yet Goddesses have deign'd to wed,
And take a Mortal to their Bed:
And Heav'n, when Gifts of Incense rise,
Accepts it, tho' it cloud their Skies.
Are Women frighten'd into Love?
He most prevails who nobly dares;
In Love an Hero, as in Wars:
Ev'n Venus may be known to yield,
But 'tis when Mars disputes the Field:
Sent from a daring Hand my Dart
Strikes deep into the Fair-one's Heart:
To Winds and Waves thy Cares bequeath,
A Sigh, is but a waste of Breath:
What tho' gay Youth, and every Grace
That Beauty boasts, adorn her Face,
Yet Goddesses have deign'd to wed,
And take a Mortal to their Bed:
And Heav'n, when Gifts of Incense rise,
Accepts it, tho' it cloud their Skies.
Mark!
