Oh, _Damon_, this is vain Philosophie, ‘Tis chance and not Divinity, That guides Loves Partial Darts; And we in vain the Boy implore To make them Love whom we Adore. And all the other powers take little care of hearts, The very Soule’s by intr’est sway’d, And nobler passion now by fortune is betray’d; By sad experience this I know, And sigh, Alas! in vain because tis true. _Damon._ Too often and too fatally we find Portion and Joynture charm the mind, Large Flocks and Herds, and spacious Plains Becoms the merit of the Swains. But here, thô both did equally abound, ‘Twas youth, ‘twas wit, ‘twas Beauty gave the equal wound; Their Soules were one before they mortal being found. _Jove_ when he layd his awful Thunder by And all his softest Attributes put on, When Heav’n was Gay, and the vast Glittering Sky With Deities all wondering and attentive shone, The God his Luckyest heat to try Form’d their great Soules of one Immortal Ray, He thought, and form’d, as first he did the World, But with this difference, That from _Chaos_ came, These from a beam, which, from his God-head hurl’d Kindl’d into an everlasting flame. He smiling saw the mighty work was good, While all the lesser Gods around him gazing stood. He saw the shining Model bright and Great But oh! they were not yet compleat, For not one God but did the flames inspire, With sparks of their Divinest fire. _Diana_ took the lovely Female Soul, And did its fiercer Atoms cool; Softn’d the flame and plac’d a Chrystal Ice About the sacred Paradise, Bath’d it all or’e in Virgin Tears, Mixt with the fragrant Dew the Rose receives, Into the bosom of her untoucht leaves, And dry’d it with the breath of Vestal Prayers, } _Juno_ did great Majestick thought inspire } And _Pallas_ toucht it with Heroick fire. } While _Mars_, _Apollo_, _Love_ and _Venus_ sate, About the Hero’s Soul in high debate, Each claims it all, but all in vain contend, In vain appeal to mighty _Jove_, Who equal Portions did to all extend. This to the God of wit, and that to Love, Another to the Queen of soft desire, And the fierce God of War compleats the rest, Guilds it all or’e with Martial fire; While Love, and Wit, Beauty and War exprest Their finest Arts, and the bright Beings all in Glory drest.