WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Quarrels rise from trivial Things,
I sing — This Verse to  Muse! is due;
This, ev'n  may vouchsafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred  t'assault a gentle
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle  reject a ?
And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?
And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men?