Love heard, and strait prepar'd a Dart:
Myra, revenge my Cause, said he.
Too sure 'twas shot; I feel the Smart,
It rends my Brain, and tears my Heart:
O Love! my Conqueror, pity me.
To Myra. The Surrender.
NOW fly, Discretion, to my Aid,
See haughty Myra, fair and bright,
In all the Pomp of Love array'd,
Ah now I tremble at her Sight!
She comes! She comes! Before her all
Mankind does prostrate fall.
Love, a Destroyers fierce and young,
Adventrous, terrible, and strong,
Cruel and rash, delighting still to vex,
Sparing nor Age nor Sex,
Commands in chief: Well fortify'd he lies,
And from her Lips, her Cheeks, her Eyes,
All Opposition he defies.
Reason, Love's old inveterate Foe,
Scarce ever reconcil'd 'til now,
Reason assists her too.
A wise Commander he, for Council fit,
But nice and coy, nor has been seen to sit
