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There each restoring Scent apply'd with Care,
And wak'd to Life the sad repining Fair.
Then lowly Prostrate He to Venus falls,
And thus the Aid of Beauty's Goddess calls.
And wak'd to Life the sad repining Fair.
Then lowly Prostrate He to Venus falls,
And thus the Aid of Beauty's Goddess calls.
Oh Potent Queen, who Rul'st Love's awful Throne,
And shar'st the Kingdom with thy mighty Son!
Oh think what Shame thy conscious Guilt confest,
Oh think what Indignation fir'd thy Breast,
When limping Vulcan in his Net enclos'd
The God of War, and Thee, and to all Heav'n expos'd:
From thence some Pity to a Virgin send,
And with thy gentle Aid a Nymph befriend.
If e'er true Lovers thy Protection claim,
Let not one Slip for ever blast her Fame;
And shar'st the Kingdom with thy mighty Son!
Oh think what Shame thy conscious Guilt confest,
Oh think what Indignation fir'd thy Breast,
When limping Vulcan in his Net enclos'd
The God of War, and Thee, and to all Heav'n expos'd:
From thence some Pity to a Virgin send,
And with thy gentle Aid a Nymph befriend.
If e'er true Lovers thy Protection claim,
Let not one Slip for ever blast her Fame;
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