And mimic Lightning flash’d along the room;
Maidens and men, the nymph to entertain,
With rueful Wonder felt the numbing pain;
Amaz’d to think what Creature could bestow
Strokes without force and pain without a blow.
All on a Stool, high raised on feet of Glass, 790
She saw the fiery Sparks her fingers pass;
All who approached the pungent Spark sustain’d;
They felt alike who gave it and who gain’d;
No Arrows Cupid sent from Heart to Heart