Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure br From the next glance a double calenture br Of fire and lust! Two flames, two Semeles, br Dwell in those eyes, whose looser glowing rays br Would thaw the frozen Russian into lust, br And parch tile negro's hotter blood to dust. br Dart not your bllls of wild-fire here; go throw br Those flakes upon the eunuch's colder snow, br Till he in active blood do boil as high br As he that made him so in jealousy. br When that loose queen of love did dress her eyes br In the most taking flame to the prize br At Ida; that faint glare to this desire br Burnt like a taper to the zone of fire: br And could she then the lustful youth have crowned br With thee his Helen, Troy had never found br Her fate in Sinon's fire; thy hotter eyes br Had made it burn a quicker sacrifice br To lust, whilst every glance in subtle wiles br Had shot itself like lightning through the piles. br Go blow upon some equal blood, and let br Earth's hotter ray engender and beget br New flames to dress the aged Paphians' quire, br And lend the world new Cupids borne on fire. br Dart no more here, those flatmes, nor strive to throw br Your fire on him who is immured in snow! br Those glances work on me like the weak shine br The frosty sun throws on the Appenine, br When the hill's active coldness doth go near br To freeze the glimmering taper to his sphere: br Each ray is lost on me, like the faint light br The glow-worm shoots at the cold breast of night. br Thus virtue can secure; but for that name br I had been now sin's martyr, and your flame.