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Or if your choice be that rude pike,New barb'd with death, leap down and askThe wind to bear you. Would you likeThe bondmaid's task,You, child of kings, a master's toy,A mistress' slave?’” Beside her, lo!Stood Venus smiling, and her boyWith unstrung bow.Then, when her laughter ceased, “Have doneWith fume and fret,” she cried, “my fair;That odious bull will give you soonHis horns to tear.You know not you are Jove's own dame:Away with sobbing; be resign'dTo greatness: you shall give your nameTo half mankind.”

Neptune's feast-day! what should manThink first of doing? Lyde mine, be bold,Broach the treasured Caecuban,And batter Wisdom in her own stronghold.