If all the Loves were lost, and should be found;
And all the Graces' glories were decayed;
In thee the Graces' ornaments abound!
In me, the Loves, by thy sweet Graces laid!
And if the Muses had their voice foregone;
And VENUS' husband's forge had lost his fire,
The Muses' voice should, by thy voice, be known!
And VULCAN's heat be found in thy Desire!
I will accuse thee to the gods, of theft!
For PALLAS' eye, and VENUS' rosy cheek,
And PHoeBE's forehead, which thou hast bereft!
Complain of me to CUPID! Let him seek
In vain for me each where and in all parts,
For, 'gainst my will, I stole one of his darts.