The fnowy Skin, the Raven-gloffy Hair,
The dimpled Cheeks, the Forehead rising fair,
And ev'n in Sleep it felf a smiling Air.

From thence his Eyes defcending view'd the rest, Her plump round Arms, white Hands, and heaving

Long on the last he dwelt, though ev'ry Part (Breast

A pointed Arrow fped to pierce his Heart.
Thus in a trice a Judge of Beauty grown,
(A Judge erected from a Country-Clown)
He long'd to fee her Eyes in Slumber hid;
And wish'd his own cou'd pierce within the Lid:
He wou'd have wak'd her,but restrain'd his Thought,
And Love new-born the first good Manners taught.
And awful Fear his ardent Wish withstood,
Nor durft disturb the Goddess of the Wood;
For fuch she seem'd by her Celestial Face,
Excelling all the rest of Human Race:
And Things Divine, by common Senfe he knew,
Must be devoutly seen at distant view:

So checking his Defire, with trembling Heart
Gazing he stood, nor would, nor could depart;
Fix'd as a Pilgrim wilder'd in his way,

Who dares not stir by Night for fear to stray, (Day. But stands with awful Eyes to watch the Dawn of

At length awaking, Iphigene the Fair

(So was the Beauty call'd who caus'd his Care)
Unclos'd her Eyes, and double Day reveal'd,
While those of all her Slaves in Sleep were feal'd.
The flavering Cudden propp'd upon his Staff,
Stood ready gaping with a grinning Laugh,
To welcome her awake; nor durft begin
To fpeak, but wifely kept the Fool within.
Then fhe; What make you Cymon here alone?
(ForCymon's Name was round the Country known,
Because defcended of a noble Race,

And for a Soul ill forted with his Face.)

But still the Sot stood filent with Surprize, With fix'd regard on her new open'd Eyes, And in his Breast receiv'd th' invenom'd Dart, A tickling Pain that pleas'd amid the Smart. But confcious of her Form, with quick Distrust She faw his sparkling Eyes, and fear'd his brutal Luft: This to prevent, fhe wak'd her fleepy Crew, And rifing hafty took a fhort Adieu.

Then Cymon firft his Ruftick Voice essay'd, With profer'd Service to the parting Maid. To fee her fase; his Hand the long deny'd, But took at length, afham'd of fuch a Guide.

So

So Cymon led her home; and leaving there,

No more wou'd to his Country Clowns repair; But fought his Father's House with better Mind, Refusing in the Farm to be confin'd.

The Father wonder'd at the Son's Return,

And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn;
But doubtfully receiv'd, expecting ftill

To learn the fecret Causes of his alter'd Will.
Nor was he long delay'd; the first Request
He made, was, like his Brothers to be drefs'd,
And, as his Birth requir'd, above the rest.

With ease his Suit was granted by his Sire,
Distinguishing his Heir by rich Attire:
His Body thus adorn'd, he next defign'd
With lib'ral Arts to cultivate his Mind:
He fought a Tutor of his own accord,
And study'd Leffons he before abhorr❜d.
Thus the Man-Child advanc'd, and learnt fo fast,
That in fhort time his Equals he furpass'd:
His Brutal Manners from his Breaft exil'd,

His Mien he fashion'd, and his Tongue he fil'd;
In ev'ry Exercise of all admir'd;

He feem'd, nor only feem'd, but was infpir'd:

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Infpir'd

Infpir'd by Love, whose Business is to please,
He Rode, he Fenc'd, he Mov'd with graceful Eafe,
More fam'd for Senfe, for courtly Carriage more,
Than for his brutal Folly known before.

What then of alter'd Cymon shall we say,
But that the Fire which choak'd in Ashes lay,
A Load too heavy for his Soul to move,
Was upward blown below,and brush'd away by Love?
Love made an active Progress through his Mind,
The dusky Parts he clear'd, the gross refin❜d,
The drowfie wak'd; and as he went, imprefs'd
The Maker's Image on the Human Beast,
Thus was the Man amended by Defire,

And tho' he lov'd perhaps with too much Fire,
His Father all his Faults with Reason fcann'd,
And lik'd an Error of the better Hand;
Excus'd th' excess of Paffion in his Mind,
By Flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd;
So Cymon, fince his Sire indulg'd his Will,
Impetuous lov'd, and would be Cymon still,
Galefus he difown'd, and chose to bear

(Fair The Name of Fool confirm'd, and Bishop'd by the To Cipfeus by his Friends his Suit he mov'd,

Cipfeus the Father of the Fair he lov'd;

But

But he was pre-ingag'd by former Ties,
While Cymon was endeav'ring to be wife:
And Iphigene, oblig'd by former Vows,
Had giv'n her Faith to wed a Foreign Spouse:
Her Sire and She to Rhodian Pafimond,
Tho' both repenting, were by Promise bound,
Nor could retract; and thus, as Fate decreed,
Tho' better lov'd, he spoke too late to speed.
The Doom was paft, the Ship already sent
Did all his tardy Diligence prevent:
Sigh'd to her felf the fair unhappy Maid,
While ftormy Cymon thus in fecret faid;
The Time is come for Iphigene to find
The Miracle she wrought upon my Mind:

Her Charms have made me Man, her ravish'd Love
In rank fhall place me with the Bless'd above.
For mine by Love, by Force fhe fhall be mine,
Or Death, if Force should fail, shall finish my Design.
Refolv'd he faid: And rigg'd with speedy Care
A Vessel strong, and well equipp'd for War.
The fecret Ship with chofen Friends he stor'd,
And bent to die, or conquer, went aboard.
Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian Shore,
Waiting the Sail that all his Wishes bore;