Love's fiery chariot, Delia, take Which Vulcan wrought for Venus' sake. Wings shall not waft thee, but a flame Hot as my heart, as nobly tame: Lit by a spark, less bright, more wise Than linked lightnings of thine eyes! Seated and ready to be drawn Come not in muslins, lace or lawn, But, for thy thrice imperial worth, Take all the sables of the North, With frozen diamonds belted on, To face extreme Euroclydon! Thus in our thund'ring toy we'll prove Which is more blind, the Law or Love; And may the jealous Gods prevent Our fierce and uncontrouled descent!
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