Heav’n for Sovereignty has made your Form:
And you were more than for dull Empire born;
O’er Hearts your Kingdom shall extend,
Your vast Dominion know no End.
Thither the Loves and Graces shall resort;
To Iris make their Homage, and their Court.
No envious Star, no common Fate,
Did on my Iris’ Birth-day wait;
But all was happy, all was delicate.
Here Fortune would inconstant be in vain:
Iris, and Love eternally shall reign.
‘Tis that which leads those captivated Hearts,
That bleeding at your Feet do lie;
‘Tis that the Obstinate converts,
That dare the Power of Love deny:
‘Tis that which Damon so admires;
Damon, who often tells you so.
If from your Eyes Love takes his Fires,
‘Tis with your Hair he strings his Bow:
Which touching but the feather’d Dart,
It never mist the destin’d Heart.
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