Kitap 2
Ah, could those arms, those fatal hands, delight!
Inspire kind thoughts, and raise thy appetite!
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Coulds't thou, fond maid, be charm'd with his embrace,
Stain'd with the blood of half thy royal race.
Nor yet with speed the fleeting pleasures waste,
Still moderate your love's impetuous haste;
The bashful virgin, tho' appearing coy,
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Detains your hand, and hugs the proffer'd joy.
Then view her eyes, with humid lustre bright,
Sparkling with rage, and trembling with delight;
Her kind complaints, her melting accents hear,
The eye she charms, and wounds the list'ning ear.
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Defer not then the clasping nymphs embrace,
But with her love maintain an equal pace;
Raise to her heights the transports of your soul,
And fly united to the happy goal.
Observe these precepts when with leisure bless'd
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No threatening fears your private hours molest.
When danger's near, your active force employ,
And urge with eager speed the hasty joy.
