Alas! what would you have me do?
Command and I'll Obedience shew.
Venus.
Hye then to Cities and to Court,
Where all the Young and Fair resort;
There try thy Power, let fly thy Darts,
And bring me in some noble Hearts,
Worthy to be by thee undone,
For here's no Glory to be won.
Cupid.
Mistaken Queen, look down and see, }
What Trophies are prepar'd for thee, }
What glorious Slaves are destin'd me. }
Venus.
Now, by my self, a Noble Throng;
How Fair the Nymphs, the Swains how Young!
No wonder if my little Loves
Delight and play in Shades and Groves.
Cupid.
Then, Mother, here I'll bend my Bow,
And bring you wounded Hearts enough.
Venus.