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But Cadiz, rising on the distant roast,

Calls forth sweeter, though ignoble praise.Ah,.Vice! how soft are thy voluptuous ways!While boyish blood is mantling who cau ’scapieThe fascination of thy magic gaze PA Cherub-hydra round us dost thou gape,And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape.

LXVL

When Paphos fell hj Time — accursed Time!Thequeen who conquers .ill mustyirld to thee—The Pleasures fled, hutsoughlas warm a clime;And Venus, constant to her native sea,

To nought else constant, hither deign'd to flee;And fix'd her shrinewithin these walls of white :Though not to one dome circunucribeth sheHer worship, but, devoted to her rite,

A thousand altars rise, for ever blazing bright,

LX TIT.

From morn till night, front night till start-led Morn

Peeps blushing on the Revels laughing crew.The song is heard, the rosy garland worn,Devices quaint, and frolics ever new,

Tread on each others kibes. A long adieuH<‘ bids to sober joy that here sojourns:ISought interrupts the riot, though in lieu