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HE god of
the love-darting bow,
Whose bliss is man's heart to destroy, Oft contrives to embitter our woe By a specious resemblance of joy.-- Long--long had Architeles sigh'd The fair Telesippe to gain: She coolly his passion denied, Yet seem'd somewhat moved at his pain. At length she consented to hear; But 'twas done with a view to beguile: For her terms were most harsh and severe, And a frown was as good as her smile. "You may freely," says she, "touch my breast, And kiss, while a kiss has its charms; And (provided I am not undrest) Encircle me round in your arms. "In short, my favour you please, But expect not, nor think of the last: Lest enraged I revoke my decrees, And your sentence of exile be cast."-- "Be it so," cried the youth, with delight, "Thy pleasure, my fair one, is mine: Since I'm blest as a prince at your sight, Sure to touch thee, will make me divine. "But why keep one favour alone, And grant such a number beside?"-- "Because the men value the boon But only so long as denied. "They seek it with labour and pain; When gain'd, throw it quickly away! For youth is unsettled and vain, And its choice scarce persists for a day." --Thus pines the poor victim away, Forced to nibble and starve on a kiss; Served worse than e'en eunuchs--for they Can never feel torture like this. Lego City Lego City Coloriages Harry Potter Food Blog Jobs Music Blog Phone Blog Wedding Blog Health and Fitness Fashion and Shopping Online Gaming Children Real Estate Lezaczki, Lozeczka Garnki Smoczki |
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