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;Thou there, my lovely queen, shall give me laws,