Fair Hebe

Fair Hebe I left with a cautious design. To escape from her charms, and to drown 'em in wine: I try'd, but found, when I came to depart, The wine in my head, and still love in my heart. I repair'd to my reason, intreated her aid, Who paus'd on my case, and each circumstance weigh'd, Then gravely pronounc'd in return to my pray'r, That Hebe was fairest of all that was fair. That's a truth, reply'd I, I have no need to be taught, I came for your council to find out a fault; If that's all, quoth Reason, return as you came, To find fault with Hebe would forfeit my name. What hopes then, alas! of relief from my pain, While like lightning she darts thro' each throbing vein, My senses confirms me a slave to her charms.