To the same, reading The Art of Love

Whilst Ovid here reveals the various artsBoth how to polish and direct their darts,Let meaner beauties by his rules improve,And read these lines to gain success in love:But Heav'n alone, that multiplies our race, 5Has pow'r t' increase the conquests of your face.The Spring, before he paints the rising flow'rs,Receives mild beams and soft descending show'rs;But love blooms ever fresh beneath your charms,Tho' neither pity weeps nor kindness warms. 10The chiefs who doubt success assert their claimBy stratagems, and poorly steal a name:The gen'rous son of Jove in open fightMade bleeding Victory proclaim his might:Like him resistless, when you take the fieldLove sounds the signal, and the world must yield. 16