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Now doubly blushing at her own disgrace;There sober thoughts, and whatso'er disdainsLove's rules, shall feel his power, and bear his chains:Then all shall fear, all bow, yet all rejoice;"Io triumphe" be the public voice.Thy constant guards, soft fancy, hope and fear,Anger, and soft caresses shall be there:By these strong guards are men and gods o'erthrown;These conquer for thee, Love, and these alone,Thy mother, from the sky thy pomp shall grace,And scatter sweetest roses in thy face:There glorious Love shall ride, profusely dress'dWith all the richest jewels of the east:Rich gems thy quiver, and thy wheels infold,And hide the poorness of the baser gold.Then thou shalt conquer many, then.thy dartsShall scatter thousand wounds on tender hearts: