Of a fair Lady pl…ying with a Snake.

STrange that …
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To start at Love, and play with Snakes.
By this and by her coldness …
Her Servants have a task too hard,
The Tyrant has a double guard.
Thrice happy Snake, that in her sleeve
May boldly creep, we dare not give
Our thoughts so unconfin'd a leave:
Contented in that Nest of Snow
He lies, as he his Bliss did know,
And to the Wood no more would go.
Take heed, (fair Eve) you do not make
Another Tempter of this Snake,
A marble one so warm'd would speak.