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In sleep, and wine dissolv'd, the camp surprise;So when the jealous to their rest remove,And all is hush'd, — the other steals to love.You then, who think that love's an idle fit,Know, that it is the exercise of wit.In flames of love the fierce Achilles burns,And, quitting arms, absent Briseis mourns:From the embraces of AndromacheWent Hector arm'd for war, and victory.As Agamemnon saw Cassandra passWith hair dishevell'd, and disorder'd dress,H' admir'd the beauties of the prophetess:The god of war was caught in th' act of love;A story know to all the court above.Once did I pass my hours in sloth and ease,Cool shades and beds of down could only please;When a commanding beauty rais'd my mind,I left all little trifling thoughts behind,And to her service all my heart resign'd:Since, like an active soldier, have I spent