An Imitation of OVID in Distress

I'm he who once indulg'd an amorous Vein, And thought all Poets of a heavenly Strain, My easy Heart each puny Girl subdu'd, Coquets I flatter'd, and ador'd the Prude, Thanks to my Muse for she those Joys refin'd, Dissolv'd my Cares, and made Corinna kind, Without restraint I pass'd my Youths best Hours, In easy Studies, or in soft Amours. You Father Bacchus now extend your Aid, Remember I was once a roaring Blade, The Gods themselves have Festivals of Mirth, 'Tis then they show'r their Blessings down on Earth; And you dear Friends, and Brothers of the Quill, Remember me, and each his Bumper fill, When you the Name of honest Naso hear, Set down the Glass, and drop a friendly Tear, Look round about, and with a tender Voice, Cry, where's the faithful Part'ner of our Joys, Whilst I alone beguile the tedious Day, With Books, and strive to read my Cares away; I banish Fate's Unkindness from my Mind, And fancy o'er the Joys I left behind; My Muse to me is all the World beside, My kind Physician, and my loving Bride.