Compare your servant's merit with your eyes,You'll find no cause his service to dispise.Don't think I press upon your pride too hard.For little things may be with great compar'd:We're told Calypso, an immortal pow'r,Detain'd a mortal in th' Ogygian pow'r,And when her pray'r to stay he would not grant,So strong her love, she kept him by constraint.A Nereid took the Pythian to her arms.And Numa knew divine Egeria's charms.Vulcan though lame, and of a form obscene,Was oft made happy by the Paphian queen;She matter'd not his limping, but approv'dHis flame, and saw no faults in him she lov'dMy verses are unequal like his feet,Yet the long kindly with the shorter meet.As they with them, why shouldst thou not with meComply, my life and my divinity !Myself, when I am in thy arms, I'll ownThy subject, and the bed shall be thy throne;