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Thus to the Wilds the sturdy Cymon went,
It happen'd on a Summer's Holiday,
to Pray. His Quarter-Staff, which he cou'd ne'er forsake, Hung half before, and half behind his Back. He trudg'd along unknowing what he fought, And whistled as he went, for want of Thought,
By Chance conducted, or by Thirst constrain’d, The deep Recesses of the Grove he gain'd; Where in a Plain, defended by the Wood, Crept through the matted Grass a Chrystal Flood, By which an Alablaster Fountain stood: And on the Margin of the Fount was laid (Attended by her Slaves) a sleeping Maid, Like Dian, and her Nymphs,when tir'd withSporta To rest by cool Eurotas they resort:
The Dame herself the Goddess well express’d; 17. Not more distinguish'd by her Purple Vest,
Than by the charming Features of her face,
For yet their Places were but signify'd:
To meet the fanning Wind the Bofom rose;
tinue her Repofe.
The Fool of Nature, stood with stupid Eyeś ;
And gaping Mouth, that testify'd Surprize, :, Fix'd on her face, nor cou'd remove his Sight,
New as he was to Love, and Novice in Delight:
Doubted for what he was he should be known, By his Clown-Accent, and his Country-Tone.
Through the rude Chaos thus the running Ligh: Shot the first Ray that pierc'd the Native Night: Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix'd, Till gather'd in a Globe, the Beams were fix'd: Last shone the Sun, who radiant in his Sphere Illumin's Heav'n, and Earth, and rowl'd around So Reason in this Brutal Soul began: (the Year. Love made him first fufpe& he was a Man; Love made him doubt his broad Barbarian Sound, By Love his want of Words, and Wit, he found: That sense of Want prepar'd the future way To Knowledge, and disclos'd the promise of a Day.
What not his Father's Care, nor Tutor's Art Cou'd plant with Pains in his unpolish'd Heart, The best Instructor, Love, at once inspir'd, As barren Grounds to Fruitfulness are fir'd: Love taught him Shame, and Shame with Love Soon taught the sweet Civilities of Life [ar Strife His gross material Soul at once could find Somewhat in her excelling all her Kind:
Exciting a Desire till then unknown,
This made the first Impression in his Mind, nning!
Above, but just above, the Brutal Kind.
Nor their own liking by Reflection know; rere fi
Nor why they like or this, or c'other Face, is Sphe
Or judge of this or that peculiar Grace, wl'd ar
But love in gross, and stupidly admire;
As Flies allur’d by. Light, approach the Fire. Man: Thus our Man-Beast advancing by degrees, Tian Sor First likes the whole, than sep’rates what he sees;
On sev'ral Parts, a fey'ral Praise bestows,
The snowy Skin, the Raven-glossy Hair,
And ev’n in Sleep it self a smiling Air. ir'ds From thence his Eyes descending view'd the rest, Her plump round Arms, white Hands, and heav
ing Breast. Long on the last he dwelt, though ev'ry. Part d A pointed Arrow sped to pierce his Heart.
, he for
Thus in a trice a Judge of Beauty grown;
At length awaking, Iphigene the Fair