Bereft of me, fair Venus wants her charms,I help the goddess, and prepare her arms.My luring art, and soothing lays prevail,Where lofty port, and tragic buskins fail.I more deserve, by making that my care,Thy rigid pride allows not thee to bear:By me, Corinna first was taught to tryTobreak from prison, and deceive the spy;I first induc'd the fearful fair to slideWith tremb'ling caution from her husband's side;When to thy arms, all loose, and disarray'd,Prepar'd for pleasure, flew the melting maid.Fix'd on her door, how oft I've hung on high,Expos'd, and patient of each gazing eye !How oft, in secret, while the keeper stay'd,Within her woman's panting bosom laid !Once sent a birthday gift, the cruel dameIn pieces tore, and gave me to the flame.I taught thee first to cultivate thy mind;Thy fancy brightened, and thy wit refin'd;