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Matthew Prior - To My Lord Buckhurst, Very Young, Playing With A Cat
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The amorous youth, whose tender breast
Was by his darling Cat possest,
Obtain`d of Venus his desire,
Howe`er irregular his fire:
Nature the power of love obey`d,
The Cat became a blushing maid,
And on the happy change the boy
Employ`d his wonder and his joy. 
     Take care, O beauteous child, take care,
Lest thou prefer so rash a prayer,
Nor vainly hope the queen of love,
Will e`er thy favourite`s charms improve.
O quickly from her shrine retreat,
Or tremble for thy darling`s fate.
     The queen of love, who soon will see
Her own Adonis live in thee,
Will lightly her first loss deplore,
Will easily forgive the boar:
Her eyes with tears no more will flow,
With jealous rage her breast will glow, 
And on her tabby rival`s face
She deep will mark a new disgrace.
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