Or Cupid, god of love, these toys to grace;
Deign, charmer, but to cast those sparkling eyes
On this fair mirror, lo! with glad surprise,
A fairer form than Venus shall arise.
Smile but my fair, and view ten thousand loves,
Cheerful as light, and soft as cooing doves:
Beauty and love with thee for ever stay,
Soon as thou closest the lid both fly away.
To Oliver Cromwell.
A peaceful sway the great Augustus bore;