A Scornful Nymph, who Love defy'd,
Saw Princes kneel in vain;
Their low Submissions rais'd her Pride;
And arm'd her with Disdain.

II.

With peaceful Triumphs was she blest
Full many a happy Year,
Nor Love! nor Int'rest, touch'd her Breast,
She liv'd as free as Air:

III.

When thus she cried! I'll still enjoy
My Apathy Divine;
Let Cupid other Hearts destroy,
He dares not aim at Mine.

IV.

A Mind, which can it self maintain
So long from Passion free,
Need never fear the fictious Reign
Of such an Enemy.

V.

But Lo! what comes of boasted Strength,
And self sufficient Pow'r;
This haughty Maid must yield at Length,
And own a fatal Hour.

VI.

Cupid, tho' blind, inrag'd to hear
His Sov'reignty defy'd,
Did by his Mother's Beauty swear;
He'd mortifie her Pride.

VII.

'Tis now, quoth he, my Pow'r I'll show,
And force thee to obey;
Yet thou in Love no Joy shalt know,
But sigh thy Life away.

VIII.

He said — — And chose a golden Dart,
Which pointed with Desire,
Like Lightning peirc'd this stubborn Heart,
And set her Breast on Fire.

IX.

A leaden Dart, he did devise
To strike the favour'd Swain,
His Heart but touch'd, it turn'd to Ice,
And bounded Back again.

X.

Since which, he fly's who shou'd pursue,
And renders but Disdain;
And she who scorn'd, is fain to Woo,
But Woo's, alas in vain!