I 
CHAP. I,] WEST INDIES. 
For me, if I no longer own 
Allegiance to the Cyprian throne, 
I play no fickle part; 
It were ingratitude to slight 
Superior kindness; I delight 
To feel a grateful heart. 
Then, playful Goddess 1 cease to change, 
Nor in new beauties vainly range; 
Tho’ whatsoe’er thy view. 
Try ev’ry form thou canst put on. 
I’ll follow thee thro’ ev’ry one; 
So staunch am I, so true. 
Do thou in gentle Phi bi a smile. 
In artful Ben nee a beguile. 
In wanton Mi mb a pout; 
In sprightly Cuba’s eyes look gay. 
Or grave in sober Quashes a, 
I still shall find thee out. 
Thus have I sung; perhaps too gay 
Such subject for such time of day. 
And fitter far for youth: 
Should then the song too wanton seem, 
You know who chose th’ unlucky theme. 
Dear Bryan tell the truth. 
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