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Was it for this your Fate did fhelter find
From fwelling Seas, and ev'ry faithless Wind?
(For tho' a distant Country brought you forth,
Your Ufage here was equal to your Worth.)

Does this deferve to be rewarded fo?
Did you come here a Stranger, or a Foe?
Your partial Judgment may perhaps complain,
And think me barb'rous for my just Disdain;
Ill bred then let me be, but not unchafte,
Nor my clear Fame with any Spot defac'd.
Tho' in my Face there's no affected Frown,
Nor in my Carriage a feign'd Niceness shown,
I keep my Honour still without a Stain,

Nor has my Love made any Coxcomb vain.
Your Boldness I with Admiration fee;

What Hope had you to gain a Queen like me?
Because a Hero forc'd me once away,

Am I thought fit to be a fecond Prey?

Had I been won, I had deferv'd your Blame,
But fure my Part was nothing but the Shame :

Yet the base Theft to him no Fruit did bear;
I'fcap'd unhurt by any thing but Fear:
Rude Force might fome unwilling Kiffes gain,
But that was all he ever could obtain.

You on fuch Terms would ne'er have let me go;
Were he like you, we had not parted fo.
Untouch'd the Youth restor'd me to my Friends,
And modeft Usage made me some Amends.
'Tis Virtue to repent a vicious Deed;

Did he repent, that PARIS might succeed?
Sure 'tis fome Fate that fets me above Wrongs,
Yet ftill exposes me to bufy Tongues.

I'll not complain, for who's difpleas'd with Love,
If it fincere, difcreet, and conftant prove?
But that I fear-not that I think you base,

Or doubt the blooming Beauties of my Face,
But all your Sex is fubject to deceive,

And ours, alas! too willing to believe.

Yet others yield; and Love o'ercomes the bestBut why fhould I not fhine above the rest?

Fair LEDA's Story feems at first to be

A fit Example ready found for me;
But she was couzen'd by a borrow'd Shape,
And under harmless Feathers felt a Rape:
If I fhould yield, what Reason could I ufe?
By what Mistake the loving Crime excuse?
Her Fault was in her pow'rful Lover lost,
But of what JUPITER have I to boast?

Tho' you to Heroes, and to Kings fucceed,
Our famous Race does no Addition need,
And great Alliances but useless prove

To one that springs herself from mighty Jove.
Go then and boast in some less haughty Place
Your Phrygian Blood, and PRIAM's ancient Race,
Which I would fhew I valu'd, if I durft;

You are the fifth from Jove, but I the first.
The Crown of Troy is pow'rful, I confess,

But I have Reason to think ours no lefs.

Your Letter fill'd with Promises of all

That Men can good, and Women pleasant call,