Venus , Queen of tender Fires,
Pleasing Pains, and soft Desires;
Sweet Enslaver of the Heart,
Here thy gentle Aid impart;
To my mourning Soul give Ease,
And bid my soft Complainings cease.

II.

Hither beauteous Goddess move,
Leave a while th' Idalian Grove;
Once more to my transported Breast,
Come a mild, a grateful Guest;
There confirm thy pleasing Reign,
Free from Cares, and free from Pain.

III.

Oh! if e'er my artless Strains,
By Thee inspired, breath'd thy Pains;
Propitious now thy Suppliant hear,
And grant a Lover's ardent Pray'r?
Ah! let me not despairing mourn,
But meet a kind, a wish'd Return.

IV.

Make Philander feel my Pow'r,
Fear my Scorn, my Smiles adore,
Let the dear Deceiver know,
All the Pains he can bestow:
To me that valued Heart resign,
And fix the lovely Wand'rer mine.