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In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find	A
That Passion can depress or raise	B
The Heav'nly as the Human Mind	A
Who dare deny what Virgil says	C
But if They shou'd what our Great Master	D
Has thus laid down my Tale shall prove	E
Fair Venus wept the sad Disaster	D
Of having lost her Fav'rite Dove	F
In Complaisance poor Cupid mourn'd	G
His Grief reliev'd his Mother's Pain	H
He vow'd he'd leave no Stone unturn'd	I
But She shou'd have her Dove again	J
Tho' None said He shall yet be nam'd	K
I know the Felon well enough	L
But be She not Mamma condemn'd	M
Without a fair and legal Proof	N
With that his longest Dart he took	O
As Constable wou'd take his Staff	P
That Gods desire like Men to look	O
Wou'd make ev'n Heraclitus laugh	P
Loves Subaltern a Duteous Band	Q
Like Watchmen round their Chief appear	R
Each had his Lanthorn in his Hand	Q
And Venus mask'd brought up the Rear	R
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Accouter'd thus their eager Step	S
To Cloe's Lodging They directed	T
At once I write alas and weep	U
That Cloe is of Theft suspected	T
Late They set out had far to go	V
St Dunstan's as They pass'd struck One	W
Cloe for Reasons good You know	V
Lives at the sober End o'th' Town	X
With one great Peal They rap the Door	Y
Like Footmen on a Visiting Day	Z
Folks at Her House at such an Hour	D
Lord what will all the Neighbours say	Z
The Door is open'd up They run	W
Nor Prayers nor Threats divert their Speed	A2
Thieves Thieves cries Susan We're undone	W
They'll kill my Mistress in her Bed	B2
In Bed indeed the Nymph had been	C2
Three Hours for all Historians say	Z
She commonly went up at Ten	J
Unless Picquet was in the Way	Z
She wak'd be sure with strange Surprize	Z
O Cupid is this Right or Law	D2
Thus to disturb the brightest Eyes	Z
That ever slept or ever saw	D2
Have You observ'd a sitting Hare	E2
List'ning and fearful of the Storm	F2
Of Horns and Hounds clap back her Ear	G2
Afraid to keep or leave her Form	F2
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Or have You mark'd a Partridge quake	H2
Viewing the tow'ring Faulcon nigh	I2
She cuddles low behind the Brake	H2
Nor wou'd she stay nor dares she fly	I2
Then have You seen the Beauteous Maid	J2
When gazing on her Midnight Foes	Z
She turn'd each Way her frighted Head	B2
Then sunk it deap beneath the Cloaths	Z
Venus this while was in the Chamber	D
Incognito for Susan said	B2
It smelt so strong of Myrrh and Amber	D
And Susan is no lying Maid	J2
But since We have no present Need	A2
Of Venus for an Episode	K2
With Cupid let us e'en proceed	A2
And thus to Cloe spoke the God	L2
Hold up your Head hold up your Hand	Q
Wou'd it were not my Lot to show ye	M2
This cruel Writ wherein you stand	Q
Indicted by the Name of Cloe	V
For that by secret Malice stirr'd	N2
Or by an emulous Pride invited	T
You have purloin'd the fav'rite Bird	N2
In which my Mother most delighted	T
Her blushing Face the lovely Maid	J2
Rais'd just above the milk white Sheet	O2
A Rose Tree in a Lilly Bed	B2
Nor glows so red nor breathes so sweet	O2
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Are You not He whom Virgins fear	R
And Widows court Is not your Name	P2
Cupid If so pray come not near	R
Fair Maiden I'm the very same	P2
Then what have I good Sir to say	Z
Or do with Her You call your Mother	D
If I shou'd meet Her in my Way	Z
We hardly court'sy to each other	D
Diana Chaste and Hebe Sweet	O2
Witness that what I speak is true	Q2
I wou'd not give my Paroquet	O2
For all the Doves that ever flew	Q2
Yet to compose this Midnight Noise	Z
Go freely search where e'er you please	Z
The Rage that rais'd adorn'd Her Voice	Z
Upon yon' Toilet lie my Keys	Z
Her Keys He takes her Doors unlocks	Z
Thro' Wardrobe and thro' Closet bounces	Z
Peeps into ev'ry Chest and Box	Z
Turns all her Furbeloes and Flounces	Z
But Dove depend on't finds He none	W
So to the Bed returns again	J
And now the Maiden bolder grown	R2
Begins to treat Him with Disdain	H
I marvel much She smiling said	O2
Your Poultry cannot yet be found	O2
Lies he in yonder Slipper dead	O2
Or may be in the Tea pot drown'd	O2
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No Traytor angry Love replies	Z
He's hid somewhere about Your Breast	O2
A Place nor God nor Man denies	Z
For Venus' Dove the proper Nest	O2
Search then She said put in your Hand	O2
And Cynthia dear Protectress guard Me	M2
As guilty I or free may stand	O2
Do Thou or punish or reward Me	M2
But ah what Maid to Love can trust	O2
He scorns and breaks all Legal Power	D
Into her Breast his Hand He thrust	O2
And in a Moment forc'd it lower	D
O whither do those Fingers rove	S2
Cries Cloe treacherous Urchin whither	D
O Venus I shall find thy Dove	F
Says He for sure I touch his Feather	D

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