The World, when wafte, he Peopled with Increase,
And warring Nations reconcil'd in Peace.
Ormond, the firft, and all the Fair may find
In this one Legend, to their Fame defign'd,
When Beauty fires the Blood, how Love exalts the
(Mind.

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And ev'ry Grace, and all the Loves resort,
Where either Sex is form'd of softer Earth,

And takes the bent of Pleasure from their Birth;
There liv'd a Cyprian Lord, above the rest,
Wife, Wealthy, with a num'rous Issue bleft.
But as no Gift of Fortune is fincere,
Was only wanting in a worthy Heir:
His Eldest Born, a goodly Youth to view,
Excell'd the reft in Shape, and outward Shew;
Fair, Tall, his Limbs with due Proportion join'd,
But of a heavy, dull, degenerate Mind.

His Soul bely'd the Features of his Face;
Beauty was there, but Beauty in difgrace.

A clownish Mein, a Voice with ruftick found,
And stupid Eyes, that ever loy'd the Ground.

He

He look'd like Nature's Error; as the Mind
And Body were not of a Piece defign'd,

But made for two,and by mistake in one were join'd

The ruling Rod, the Father's forming Care,
Were exercis'd in vain, on Wit's Despair;

The more inform'd the lefs he understood,
And deeper funk by flound'ring in the Mud.
Now scorn'd of all, and grown the publick Shame,
The People from Galefus chang'd his Name,
And Cymon call'd, which fignifies a Brute;
So well his Name did with his Nature fuit.
His Father, when he found his Labour loft,
And Care employ'd that answer'd not the Coft,
Chose an ungrateful Object to remove,

And loath'd to fee what Nature made him love.
So to his Country-Farm the Fool confin'd;
Rude Work well fuited with a Ruftick Mind.
Thus to the Wilds the sturdy Cymon went, (ment.
A Squire among the Swains, and pleas'd with Banish-
His Corn, and Cattle, were his only Care,
And his fupream Delight a Country-Fair.
It happen'd on a Summer's Holiday,

That to the Greenwood-fhade he took his way;
ForCymon fhun'd the Church,and us'd not much to

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His

His Quarter-staff, which he cou'd ne're forfake,
Hung half before, and half behind his Back.
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he fought;
And whistled as he went, for want of Thought.
By Chance conducted, or by Thirst constrain'd,
The deep Receffes of the Grove he gain'd;
Where in a Plain, defended by the Wood,
Crept through the matted Grass a Christal Flood,
By which an Alablafter Fountain stood:
And on the Margin of the Fount was laid
(Attended by her Slaves) a fleeping Maid.

Like Dian, and her Nymphs, when tir'd with Sport,

To rest by cool Eurotas they refort:

The Dame her self the Goddess well express'd,
Not more distinguish'd by her Purple Vest,
Than by the charming Features of her Face,
And ev❜n in Slumber a fuperior Grace :

Her comely Limbs compos'd with decent Care,
Her Body shaded with a flight Cymarr,
Her Bofom to the view was only bare,

Where two beginning Paps were fcarcely fpy'd, their Places were but fignify'd:

For

yet

The

The fanning Wind upon her Bofom blows,
To meet the fanning Wind the Bofom rose;
The fanning Wind, and purling Streams, continue
(her Repose.

The Fool of Nature ftood with stupid Eyes
And gaping Mouth, that testify'd Surprize,
Fix'd on her Face, nor cou'd remove his Sight,
New as he was to Love, and Novice in Delight:
Long mute he stood, and leaning on his Staff,
His Wonder witness'd with an Ideot Laugh;
Then wou'd have fpoke, but by his glimm❜ring Senfe
First found his want of Words, and fear'd Offence:
Doubted for what he was he fhou'd be known,
By his Clown-Accent, and his Country-Tone.
Through the rude Chaos thus the running Light
Shot the first Ray that pierc'd the Native Night;
Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix'd,
'Till, gather'd in a Globe, the Beams were fix'd:
Last shon the Sun, who, radiant in his Sphere, (Year.
Illumin'd Heav'n and Earth, and rowl'd around the
So Reason in this Brutal Soul began:

Love made him firft fufpect he was a Man;

Love made him doubt his broad Barbarian Sound; By Love his want of Words and Wit he found:

way

That sense of Want prepar'd the future
To Knowledge, and discols'd the promise of a Day.
What not his Father's Care, nor Tutor's Art,
Cou'd plant with Pains in his unpolish'd Heart,
The best Inftructor, Love, at once infpir'd;

As barren Grounds to Fruitfulness are fir'd:
Love taught him Shame, and Shame, with Love at
Soon taught the fweet Civilities of Life:

(ftrife,

His grofs material Soul at once could find
Somewhat in her excelling all her Kind
Exciting a Defire 'till then unknown,
Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone.
This made the first Impreffion in his Mind,
Above, but juft above the Brutal Kind.
For Beafts can like, but not distinguish too,
Nor their own liking by reflection know;
Nor why they like or this, or t'other Face,
Or judge of this or that peculiar Grace;
But love in grofs, and stupidly admire:
As Flies, allur'd by Light, approach the Fire.
Thus our Man-Beaft, advancing by degrees,
Firft likes the whole, then fep'rates what he fees;
On fev'ral Parts a fev'ral Praise bestows,

The ruby Lips, the well-proportion'd Nose.

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