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SECT. XVII.
WHen on a sudden they rare Musick hear,
Vocal and Instrumental, drawing neer;
The Fire grows dim, the Tapers lose their Light,
As a new Sun had shot through gloomy Night;
Roofs open fly, and let in purple Dawn:
With Silver Doves, a Golden Chariot drawn,
They saw from Heaven descend, and Seats of Joy,
Venus, and standing at her Feet the Boy.
The Lodge streight widens like a Princes Hall,
He drops his Sword, and down they prostrate fall:
To them then praying, they from their Caroch
Lightning with Heavenly Majesty, approch;
When Venus to her Votaries thus said:
This grand Disturbance hath Diana made,
Which here I end for ever, thus attone,
Free by the Vertue of my powerful Zone:
Right Reason now return'd, will soon inform
What slender Quarrel rais'd this dreadful Storm;
What she, o're-power'd by Love, hath done for you,
A thousand Stories strangely will out-do:
VVith a dead Husband to make bold, what harm?
Many have kill'd them in their Bosoms warm▪
Upon the Corps! Gamesters when they are in,
Make living Spouses Bolsters to their Sin;