Who dar'd to storm his shining Throne
And break the quiet of eternal Ease:
And you, my Lord, with equal flights
Great Caesar's Wars, and conqu'ring Fights
Shall better tell in lasting Prose;
And how in Triumph Caesar led
The Persian and the haughty Mede,
And scatter'd Slavery midst his threatning Foes:
My Muse bids me imploy my Verse,
And soft Lycymnia's Songs rehearse;
She bids me all her Charms improve,
Her taking Air, her shining Eyes,
By Nature fitted to surprize;
And mind still faithful to thy mutual Love:
Lycimnia fair, the Pride of Rome,
How well her Charms and Arts become!
How movingly her Beauty pleads,
When toying she and richly drest
At Great Diana's solemn Feast,
Begins the Dance, and leads the Beauteous Maids?
For what Achemenes possest,
And for the Wealth of all the East,
Yould you, my Lord, exchange your Fair?
Yould you, my Lord, for all the Gold
The stuft Arabians houses hold
Exchange one braid of sweet Lycimnia's hair?
When e're her head she gently moves,
To take the earnest of her Loves