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Than thou, Laodamia! Tame and cold
 Was all their passion, all their love to thine:
When thou to thy enamoured breast didst fold
 Thy blooming lord in ecstasy divine.

As fond, as fair, as thou, so came the maid,
 Who is my life, and to my bosom clung;
While Cupid round her fluttering, arrayed
 In saffron vest, a radiance o'er her flung."
—(C. lxviii.) M.