To clear thy doubts, and vindicate my cause,
By just ANTEROS, and his sacred laws;
By Ocean's god, and by the Prince of Hell;
By all the powers thaTon Olympus dwell:
No love I've made, to women-kind but you ,
'Tis thus I swear , believe me firmly true;
And ah! why charge me with fallacious art,
When thou alone , art Mistress, of my heart;
With thee it reigns, nor time, nor place can move,
The dear, the vast, remembrance of my love.
Well may your village with thy charms resound,
(When more than Venus thou'rt a goddess found)
Well may the shepherds, tune their doric lays,
And smoothly pipe, the sweet MARIA's praise.
Did PARIS live, he'd thee O maid! prefer,
To Sparta's Queen, who caus'd a ten years war:
More charms in YOU, than HELEN , would he see,
But hapless then ! he'd soar to rival me.
Were JUNO told so bright a Nymph dwelt here ,
She'd fret and waste, thro' jealousy and fear;
Lest JOVE (the thund'ring JOVE) the news should hear.
Let fair AURORA usher in the morn,
Let crystalizing drops bedew the thorn;
Let FLORA, with her gay attendants, rove,
And charm the sense in ev'ry myrtle grove;
Yet in AURORA, I no pleasures view,
Nor is rich FLORA, more a queen than you.
By just ANTEROS, and his sacred laws;
By Ocean's god, and by the Prince of Hell;
By all the powers thaTon Olympus dwell:
No love I've made, to women-kind but you ,
'Tis thus I swear , believe me firmly true;
And ah! why charge me with fallacious art,
When thou alone , art Mistress, of my heart;
With thee it reigns, nor time, nor place can move,
The dear, the vast, remembrance of my love.
Well may your village with thy charms resound,
(When more than Venus thou'rt a goddess found)
Well may the shepherds, tune their doric lays,
And smoothly pipe, the sweet MARIA's praise.
Did PARIS live, he'd thee O maid! prefer,
To Sparta's Queen, who caus'd a ten years war:
More charms in YOU, than HELEN , would he see,
But hapless then ! he'd soar to rival me.
Were JUNO told so bright a Nymph dwelt here ,
She'd fret and waste, thro' jealousy and fear;
Lest JOVE (the thund'ring JOVE) the news should hear.
Let fair AURORA usher in the morn,
Let crystalizing drops bedew the thorn;
Let FLORA, with her gay attendants, rove,
And charm the sense in ev'ry myrtle grove;
Yet in AURORA, I no pleasures view,
Nor is rich FLORA, more a queen than you.