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THE PROLOGUE.
WHO wou'd believe, that under an human Form, and under these pastoral Spoils, should be con∣ceal'd a God? and that not one of the Sylvan Deities, or of the vulgar Rank of Gods; but amongst the Superior, and the Hea∣venly Ones the most Powerful: who often causes the bloody Sword to fall from the Hand of Mars and from Neptune, the Sha∣ker of the Earth, the great Trident, and the eternal Thunders from Supreme Jove. In this Disguise, certainly, and in these Cloaths, Venus, my Mother, wont so easily know me to be her Son Cupid. From her I am compell'd to run away, and to conceal my self from her, because she has a mind that I should dispose of my Self, and my Arrows, according to her Inclinations, and as a Woman vain and ambitious, confines me only amongst Courts, Crowns, and Scep∣ters;