I
What mean those Amorous Curles of Jet?
      For what heart-Ravisht Maid
Dost thou thy Hair in order set,
      Thy Wanton Tresses Braid?
And thy vast Store of Beauties open lay,
That the deluded Fancy leads astray.

                                II
For pitty hide thy Starry eyes,
      Whose Languishments destroy:
And look not on the Slave that dyes
      With an Excess of Joy.
Defend thy Coral Lips, thy Amber Breath;
To taste these Sweets lets in a Certain Death.

                                III
Forbear, fond Charming Youth, forbear,
      Thy words of Melting Love:
Thy Eyes thy Language well may spare,
      One Dart enough can move.
And she that hears thy voice and sees thy Eyes
With too much Pleasure, too much Softness dies.

                                IV
Cease, Cease, with Sighs to warm my Soul,
      Or press me with thy Hand:
Who can the kindling fire controul,
      The tender force withstand?
Thy Sighs and Touches like wing’d Lightning fly,
And are the Gods of Loves Artillery.

 

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Carminum Liber Primus, Ode Quintus

 

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa
Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus
      Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
         Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditiis? Heu! quotiens fidem  
Mutatosque Deos flebit, et aspera
      Nigris aequora ventis
         Emirabitur insolens,

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea;
Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem  
      Sperat, nescius aurae
         Fallacis. Miseri, quibus

Intemptata nites! Me tabula sacer
Votiva paries indicat uvida
      Suspendisse potenti                               
         Vestimenta maris Deo.