Fair beauty's bud! when Time shall stretch thy | Nobly adorn'd, and finish'd to display
Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to man, (span, A fuller beam of Heaven's ethereal ray.
What plenteous fruits thy blossoms shall produce, May all thy charuis increase, O lovely boy!
And yield not barren ornament, but use! Spare them, ye pains, and age alone destroy!
Ev'n now thy spring a rich increase prepares So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
To crown thy riper growth, and manly years. A child, the god might boast to look like thee!
Thus in the kernel's intricate disguise,

When young lulus' form he deigu'd to wear,
In miniature a little orchard lies;

Such were his smiles, and such his winning air: The fibrous labyrinths by just degrees

Ey'n Venus might mistake thee for her own, Stretch their swoln cells, replete with future trees; Did not thy eyes proclaim thee not her son ; By Time evolv'd, the spreading branches rise,

Thence all the lightning of thy mother's flies, Yield their rich fruits, and shoot into the skies.

A Cupid grac'd with Cytheraa's eyes! O lovely babe, what lustre shall adorn

Yet ah ! how short a date the Powers decret Thy noon of beauty, when so bright thy morn!

To that bright frame of beauties, and to thee! Shine forth advancing with a brighter ray,

Pass a few days, and all those beauties fly ! And may no vice o'ercloud thy future day!

Pass a few years, and thou, alas! shalt die! With nobler aim instruct thy soul to glow,

Then all thy kindred, all thy friends shall see Than those gay trifles, titles, wealth, and show :

With tears, what now thou art, and they must be; May valour, wisdom, learning, crown thy days !

A pale, cold, lifeless lump of earth deplore ! Those fools admire-these Heaven and Angels Such shalt thou be, and kings shall be no more! praise !

But oh! when, ripe for death, fate calls thee hence, With riehes blest, to Heaven those riches lend,

Sure lot of every mortal excellence ! The poor man's guardian, and the good man's friend :

When, pregnant as the womb, the teeming Fartha Bid virtuous Sorrow smile, scorn'd Merit cheer,

Resigns thee quicken’d to thy second birth, And o'er Affliction pour the generous tear.

Rise, cloth'd with beauties that shall never die!
Some, wildly liberal, squander, not bestow,

A saint on Earth! an angel in the sky!
And give unprais'd, because they give for show:
To sanctify thy wealth, on worth employ
Thy gold, and to a blessing turn the toy :

TO A GENTLEMAN OF SEVENTY,
Thus offerings from th' unjust pollute the skies,
The good, turn smoke into a sacrifice.

WHAT
As when an artist plans a favourite draught,

Hat woes must such unequal union bring,

When hoary Winter weds the youthful Spring! The structures rise responsive to the thought;

You, like Mezentins,' in the nuptial bed,
A palace grows beneath his forming hands,

Once more unite the living to the dead.
Or worthy of a god a temple stands :
Such is thy rising frame! by Heaven design'd
A temple, worthy of a godlike mind;

WHO MACRIED A LADY OP SIXTEEN.

THE

VARIATIONS. 80 glorious is thy morn of life begun,

XLIII CHAPTER OF ECCLESIASTICUS. That all to thee with admiration run,

A PÁRAPHRASE, Turn Persians, and adore the rising Sun.

The Sun, that rolls his beamy orb on high, So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be

Pride of the world, and glory of the sky,
A child, as poets say; sure thou art he.

Illustrious in his course, in bright array
Fair Venus would mistake thee for her own,
Did not thy eyes proclaim thee not her son.

Marches along the Heavens, and scatters day
There all the lightnings of thy mother's shine,

O'er Earth, and o'er the main, and through th'etile

He in the morn renews his radiant round, (real way. Their radiant glory and their sweetness join, To show their fatal power, and all their charms, in And warms the fragrant bosom of the ground; If fond Narcissus in the crystal stood, [thine,

But ere the noon of day, in fiery gleains A form like thine, O lovely infant, view'd,

He darts the glory of his blazing beams; Well might the flame the pining youth destroy ;

Bencath the burnings of his sultry ray,
Excess of beauty justified the boy.

Earth, to her centre, pierc'd admits the day;
Huge vales expand, where rivers roll'd before.

And lessen'd seas contract within their shore. "To brace the mind to dignity of thought, O! Power supreme! 0! high above all height! To emulate what godlike Tully wrote,

Thou gav'st the Sun to shine, and thou art Light:
Be this thy early wish! The garden breeds, Whether he falls or rises in the skies,
If animprov'd, at least but gaudy weeds :

He by thy voice is taught to fall or rise;
And stubborn youth, by culture unsubdu'd, Swiftly he moves, refulgent in his sphere,
Lies wildly barren, or but gayly rude.

And measures out the day, the month, and year; Yet, as some Phidias gives the marble life, He drives the hours along with slower pace, While Art with Nature holds a dubious strife, The minutes rush away impetuous in their race: Adorns a rock with graces not its own,

He wakes the flowers that sleep within the earth,
And calls a Venus from the rugged stone;

And calls the fragrant infants out to birth;
So culture aids the human soul to rise,
To scorn the sordid Earth, and mount the skies, 1 The living and the dead, at his command,
Till by degrees the noble guest refines,

Were coupled face to face, and hand to hand.
Claims her high birthright, and divinely shincs.

Dryden's Virgil, Æs. Või

ADDITION.

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The fragrant infants paint th’ enameld vales, When stormy Winter from the frozen north Aud native incense loads the balmy gales ;

Borne on his icy chariot issues forth, The balmy gales the fragrancy convey

The blasted groves their verdant pride resign, To Heaven, and to their God, an offering pay.

And billows harden'd into crystal shine:

Sharp blows the rigour of the piercing winds, By thy command the Moon, as day-light fades,

And the proud toods as with a breast-plate binds o Lifts her broad circle in the deepening shades ;

Evin the proud seas forget in tides to roll Array'd in glory, and enthron’d in light,

Beneath the freezings of the northern pole ; She breaks the solenn terrours of the night;

There waves on waves in solid inountains rise, Sweetly inconstant in her varying flame,

And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies ; She changes still, another, yet tlie same!

While gulphs below, and slippery vallies lie, Now in decrease, by slow degrees she shrouds

And with a dreadful brightness pain the eye: Her fading lustre in a veil of clouds;

But if warm winds a warmer air restore, Now at increase, her gathering beams display

And softer breezes bring a genial shower, A blaze of light, and give a paler day;

The genial shower revives the cheerful plain, Ten thousand stars adorn her glittering train,

And the huge hills flow down into the main.
Fall when she falls, and rise with her again;
And o'er the deserts of the sky unfold

When the seas rage, and loud the ocean roars,
Their burning spangles of sidereal gold: [bright, When foaming billows lash the sounding shores;
Through the wide Heavens she moves serenely If he in thunder bid the waves subside,
Queen of the gay attendants of the night; The waves obedient sink upon the tide,
Orb above orb in sweet confusion lies,

A sudden peace controls the limpid deep, And with a bright disorder paints the skies. And the still waters in soft silence sleep.

Then Heaven lets down a golden-streaming ray, The Lord of Nature fram’d the showery bow,

And all the broad expansion flames with day: Turt'd its gay arch, and bade its colours glow :

In the clear glass the mariners descry
Its radiant circle compasses the skies,

A sun inverted, and a downward sky.
And sweetly the rich tinctures faint, and rise ;
It bids the horrours of the storm to cease,

They who adventurous plough the watery way, Adorns the clouds, and makes the tempest please.

The dreadful wonders of the deep survey ;

Familiar with the storms, their sails unbind, He, when deep-rolling clouds blot out the day,

Tempt the rough blast, and bound before the wind : And thunderous storms a solemn gloom display,

Now high they mount, now shoot into a vale, Pours down a watery deluge from on high,

Now smooth their course, and scud before the gale; And cpens all the sluices of the sky :

There rolling monsters, arm'd in scaly pride, High o'er the shores the rushing surge prevails,

Flounce in the billows, and dash round the tide; Bursts o'er the plain, and roars along the vales ; There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves, Dashing abruptly, dreadful down it comes,

And through the waves, a living island, roves ; Tumbling through rocks, and tosses, whirls, and Mean time, from every region of the sky, [foams: And the vast ocean scarce his weight supports ;

In dreadful pastime terribly he sports Red burning bolts in forky vengeance fly ;

Where'er he turns, the hoary deeps divide; Dreadfully bright o'er seas and earth they glare,

He breathes a tempest, and he spouts a tide, And bursts of thunder rend th' encumber'd air; At once the thunders of th’ Almighty sound,

Thus, Lord, the wonders of earth, sea, and air, Heaven lours, descend the floods, and rocks the Thy boundless wisdom and thy power declare ; ground.

Thou high in glory, and in might serene, He gives the furious whirlwind wings to fly,

See'st and mov'st all, thyself unmov'd, unseen! To rend the Earth, and wheel along the sky;

Should men and angels join in songs to raise In circling eddies whirl'd, it roars aloud,

A grateful tribute equal to thy praise, Drives wave on wave, and dashes cloud on cloud; Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine, Where'er it moves, it lays whole forests low;

Though men and angels in the song should join ; And at the blast, eternal mountains bow;

For though this Earth with skill divine is wrought, While, tearing up the sands, in drifts they rise,

Above the guess of man, or angel's thought, And half the deserts mount the burthen'd skies.

Yet in the spacious regions of the skies

New scenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arise ; He from aërial treasures downward

pours

There other orbs, round other suns advance,
Sheets of unsully'd snow in lucid showers; Float on the air, and run their mystic dance;
Flake after flake, through air thick-wavering flies, And yet the power of thy Almighty hand
Till one vast shining waste all nature lies; Can build another world from every sand:
Then the proud hills a virgin whiteness shed, And though vain man arraign thy high decree,
A dazzling brightness glitters from the mead; Still this is just! what is, that ought to be.
The hoary trees reflect a silver show,
And groves beneath the lovely burthen bow.
He from loose vapours with an icy chain
Bis the round hail, and moulds the harden'd rain:
The stony tempest, with a rushing sound,

CONCLUSION OF AN EPILOGUE
Beats the firm glebe, resulting from the ground;
Swiftly it falls, and as it falls invades

TO MR. SOUTHERN'S LAST PLAY, CALLED MONEY THE
The rising herb, or breaks the spreading blades:
While infant flowers that rais’d their bloomy heads, There was a time, when in his younger years,
Crush'd by its fury, sink into their beds

Our author's scenes commanded siniles or tears;

THE

MISTRESS.

CAMBRIDGE.

And though beneath the weight of days he bends, Such are thy charms ! moyet Zephyrs bring
Yet, like the Sun, he shines as he descends : The flower to bloom again in Spring:
Then with applause, in honour to his age,

But beauty, when it once derlines,
Dismiss your veteran soldier off the stage ; No more to warm the lover shines :
Crown his last exit with distinguish'd praise, Alas! incessant speeds the day,
And kindly hide his baldness' with the bays. When thou shalt be but cominon clay!

When I, who now adore, may see,
And ev'n with horrour start from thee!

But ere, sweet gift, thy grace consumes,

Show thou my fair-one how she blooms!
THE PARTING,

Put forth thy charms :--and then declare
A SONG,

Thyself less sweet, thyself less fair !

Then sudden, by a swift decay, SET BY DR. TUDWAY, PROFESSOR OP MUSIC IN

Let all thy beauties fade away;

And let her in thy glass descry, When from the plains Beliuda filed,

How youth, and how frail beauty dic. The sad Amintor sigh'd;

Ah! turn, my charmer, turn thy eyes! And thus, while streams of tears he shed,

See! how at once it fades, it dies ! The mournful shepherd cry'd:

While thinemit gaily pleas'd the view, “ Move slow, ye Hours ! thou, Time, delay! Unfaded, as before it grew! Prolong the bright Belinda's stay:

Now, from thy bosom doom'd to stray, But you, like her, my prayer deny,

'T'is only beauteous in decay: And cruelly away ye fly.

So the sweet smelling Indian flowers,

Griev'd when they leave those happier shores, “ Yet though she flies, she leaves behind

Sicken, and die away in ours. Her lovely image in my mind.

So flowers, in Eden fond to blow, O! fair Belinda, with me stay,

In Paradise would only grow, Or take thy image too away!

Nor wonder, fairest, to survey “ See! how the fields are gay around,

*The flower so suddenly decay! How painted Aowers adorn the ground!

'Too cold thy breast! nors can it grow s if the fields, as well as I,

Between such little hills of snow. Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.

I now, vain infidel, no more “ But now, ye fields, no more be gay;

Deride th’ Ægyptians, who adore No more, ye flowers, your charms display! 'Tis desert all, now you are fled,

The rising herb, and blooming Rower;

Now, now their convert I will be,
And paradise is where you tread.”

O lovely Flower! to worship thee.
Unmov'd the virgin flies his cares,
To shine at court and play:

But if thou 'rt one of their sad train
To lonely shades the youth repairs,

Who dy'd for love, and cold disdain,
To woep his life away:

Who, chang'd by some kind pitying power,
A lover 6 once, art now a flower ;
O pity me, O weep my care,
A thousand, thousand pains I bear,

I love, I die through deep despair !
ON A FLOWER

THE STORY OF TALUS.

FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF APOLLONIUS RHODIUS.

V. 1629.

WHICH BELIXDA GAVE ME FROM HER BOSOM.
O! LOVELY offspring of the May,
Whence flow thy balmy odours, say!
Such Acoursnot the orient boasts !
Though Paradise adorn'd the coasts!
0! sweeter than each flower that blooms,
This fragrance from thy bosom comes !
Thence, thence such sweets are spread abroad,
As might be incense for a god!

When Venus stood conceal'd from view,
Her son, the latent goddess * knew,
Such sweets breath'd round! and thus we know
Our other Venus here below.

But see! my fairest, see this flower,
This short-liv'd beauty of an hour!--

*Ημος δ' ήίλιος μενίδυ, ανά δ' ήλυθεν έστης

AÜX105, &c.
The evening-star nov lifts, as day-light fades,
His golden cirelet in the deepening shades;
Stretch'd at his ease, the weary labourer shares
A sweet forgetfulness of human cares;
At once in silence sink the sleeping gales ;
The mast they drop ?, and furl the flagging sails;
All night, all day, they ply the bending oars
Tow'rd Carpathus, and reach the rocky shores:

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? From the stage.

; Alluding to a vote of the Roman senate, by which they decreed Cæsar a crown of laurel to cover his baldness. * Ambrosiæque comæ divinum vertice odorem Spiravêre.

Virg.

VARIATION.
how could it grow.
6 See Orid's Metamorph.
Argonauts.

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9

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Thepce Crete they view, emerging from the main, | A direful front; now o'er the trembling field
The queen of isles; but Crete they view in vain; Rushes th'embattled foot; noise rends the skies,
There Talus, whirling with resistless sway Noise unextinguished : ere the beamy day
Rocks sheer uprent, repels them from the bay: Flam'd in th' aerial vault, stretch'd in the van
A giant, sprung from giant-race, who took Stood the bold infantry: the rushing cars
Their births from entrails of the stubborn oak; Form'd the deep rear in battailous array.
Fierce guard of Crete! by Jove assistant given Now from his Heavens Jove hurls his burning holts;
To legislators, styld the sons of Heaven: Hoarse muttering thunders grumble in the sky;
To Mercy deaf, he thrice each year explores While from the clouds, instead of morning-dews,
The trembling isle, and strides from shores to Huge drops of blood distain the crimson ground;
A form of living brass ! one part beneath (shores : Fatal presage! that in that dreadful day
Alone he bears, a path to let in Death,

The great should bleed, imperial heads lie low ! Where o'er the ankle swells the turgid vein,

Mean time the bands of Troy in proud array Soft to the stroke, and sensible of pain.

Stand to their arıns, and from a rising ground And now her magic spells Medea 'tries,

Breathe furious war: here gathering hosts attend Bids the red fiends, the dogs of Orcus rise,

The towering Hector: there refulgent bands That, starting dreadful from th' infernal shade,

Surround Polydamas, Æneas there Ride Heaven in storms, and all that breathes, 'in- Marshals his dauntless files; nor unemploy'd vade;

Stand Polybus, Agenor great in arms, Thrice she applies the power of magic prayer,

And Acamas, whose franie the gods endow'd Thrice, hellward bending, mutters charms in’air ; With more than mortal charms : fierce in the ran Then, turning tow'rd the foe, bids Mischief fly,

Stern Hector shines, and shakes his blazing shield. And looks Destruction as she points her eye :

As the fierce dog-star with malignant fires Then spectres, rising from Tartarean bowers,

Flames in the front of Heaven, then, lost in clouds, Howl round in air, or grin along the shores;

Veils his pernicious beams; from rank to rank While, tearing up whole hills', the giant throws,

So Hector strode ; now dreadful in the van Outrageous, rocks on rocks, to crush the foes:

Advanc'd his sun-broad shield, now to the rear But, frantic as he strides, a sudden wound

Swift rushing disappear'd : His radiant arms Bursts the life-rein, and blood o'erspreads the Blaz’d on his limbs, and bright as Jove's dire bolts As from the furnace, in a buroing flood, (ground: Flash'd o'er the field, and lightend to the skies. Pours molten lead, so pours in streams his blood; Rang'd in two bands, move adverse, rank on rank,

As toiling reapers in some spacious field,
And now he staggers, as the spirit flies,
He faints, he sinks, he tumbles, and he dies.

Where o'er the tilth the grain in ears of gold As some huge cedar on a mountain's brow,

Waves nodding to the breeze; at once they bend, Pierc'd by the steel, expects the final blow,

At once the copious harvest swells the ground: A while it totters with alternate sway,

So rush to battle o'er the dreadful field Till fresbening breezes through the branches play; Host against host; they meet, they close, and ranks Then, tumbling downward with a thundering sound, Tumble on ranks; no thoughts appear of fight, Falls headlong, and o'erspreads a breadth of ground: None of dismay: dubious in even scales So, as the giant falls, the ocean roars;

The battle hangs; not fiercer, ravenous wolves Out-stretch'd he lies, and covers half the shores.

Dispute the prey; the deathful scene with joy
Discord, dire parent of tremendous woes,
Surveys exultant: of th' immortal train
Discord alone descends, assists alone
The horrours of the field; in peace the gods,

High in Olympian bowers, on radiant thrones,
THE ILIADS OF HOMER.

Lament the works of man; but loud complaints IN THE STYLR OP MILTON.

From every god arose; Jove favour'd Troy,

At partial Jove they murmur'd: he, unmov'd, Now gay Aurora from Tithonus' bed

All Heaven in murmurs heard : Apart he sate Rose in the orient, to proclain the day

Enthron'd in glory : down to Farth he turn'd To gods and men : down to the Grecian tents

His stedfast eye, and from his throne survey'd Saturnian Jove sends Discord, red with blood;

The rising towers of Troy, the tented shores, War in her hand she grasps, ensigns of war; The blaze of arms, the slayer, and the slain. On brave Ulysses' ship she took her stand,

While, with his morning wheels, the god of day The centre of the host, that all might hear Climb'd up the steep of Heaven, with equal rage Her dreadful voice: her dreadful voice she rais'd; In murderous storms the shafts from host to host Jarring along the rattling shores it ran

Flew adverse, and in equal numbers fell To the fleet's wide extremes. Achilles heard, Promiscuous Greek and Trojan, till the hour, And Ajax heard the sound: with martial fires When the tir'd woodman, in the shady vale, Now every bosom burns; arms, glorious arms,

Spreads his penurious meal, when high the Sun Fierce they demand; the noble Orthean song Flames in the zenith, and his sinewy arms Suells every heart; no coward thoughts of flight Scarce wield the ponderous axe, while hunger keen Rise in their souls, but blood they breathe and war. Admonishes, and Nature, spent with toil, Now by the trench a profound, the charioteers

Craves due repast—Then Greece the ranks of Troy Range their proud steeds ; now car by car displays With horrid inroad goard : fierce from the van

Sprung the stern king of men, and, breathing death, • Minos and Rhadamanthus.

Where, in firm battle, Trojans band by band 9 V. 1665.

: V. 1679, 2 V. 48.

: Agamemnon, V. 148. VOL XII.

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FROM THE ELEVENTH BOOK OP

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Embody'd stood, pursued his dreadful way: Thus, when thro' age the Rose-tree's charms deHis host his step attends : now glows the war;

When all her fading beauties die away; [cay, Horse treads on horse; and man, encountering man, A blooming offspring fills the parent's place Swells the dire field with death: the plunging steeds With equal fragrance, and with equal grace Beat the firm glebes; thick dust in rising clouds But ah! how short a date on Earth is given Darkens the sky. Indignant o'er the plain To the most lovely workmanship of Heaven! Atrides stalks; Death every step attends.

Too soon that cheek must every charm resign, As when, in some huge forest, sudden flames

And those love-darting eyes forget to shine! Rage dreadful, when rough winds assist the blaze, while thousands weeping round, with sighs survey From tree to tree the fiery torrent rolls,

What once was you—now only beauteous clay! And the vast forest sinks with all its groves

Evin from the canvass shall thy image fade, Beneath the burning deluge; so whole hosts

And thou re-perish in thy perish'd shade: Yield to Atrides' arm : car against car --[ranks Then may this verse to future ages show Rush'd rattling o'er the field, and through the One perfect beauty- such as thou art now ! Inguided broke; while breathless on the ground

May it the graces of thy soul display,
lay the pale charioteers, in death deform’d; Till this world sinks, and suns tbemselves decay ;
To their chaste brides sad spectacles of woe, When with immortal beauty thou shalt rise,
Now only grateful to the fowls of air.

To shine the loveliest angel in the skies.
Mean time, the care of Jove, great Hector stood
Secure in scenes of death, in storms of darts,
In slaughter and alarms, in dust and blood.
Still Agamemnon, rushing o'er the field,

PROLOGUE
Leads his bold bands: whole hosts before him fly;
Now Ilus' tomb they pass, now urge their way

TO MR. FENTON'S EXCELLENT TRAGEDY, MARIAMXE.
Close by the fig-tree shade: with shouts the king
Pursues the foe incessant: dust and blood,

When breathing Statues, mouldering, waste away, Blood mix'd with dust, distains his murderous hands. And Tombs, unfaithful to their trust, decay; As when a lion, in the gloom of night,

The Muse rewards the suffering good with fame, Invades an herd of beeves, o'er all the plains

Or wakes the prosperous villain into shame; Trembling they scatter; furious on the prey To the stern tyrant gives fictitious power The generous savage flies, and with fierce joy To reign the restless monarch of an hour. Seizes the last; his hungry foaming jaws

Obedient to her call, this night appears Churn the black blood, and rend the panting prey: Great Herod rising froin a length of years ; Thus fled the foe; Atrides thus pursued,

A name! enlarg'd with titles not his own,
And still the hindmost slew: they from their cars Servile to inount, and savage on a throne:
Fell headlong; for his javelin, wild for blood, Yet oft a throne is dire Misfortune's seat,
Rag'd terribly: and now proud 'Troy had fallin, A pompous wretchedness, and woe in state!
But the dread sire of men and gods descends But such the curse that from ambition springs,
Terrific from his Heavens, his vengeful hand For this he slaughter'd half a race of kings:
Ten thousand thunders grasps : on Ida's heights But now reviving in the British scene,
He takes his stand : it shakes with all its groves He looks majestic with a milder mien,
Beneath the god; the god suspends the war. His features soften'd with the deep distress

Of love, made greatly wretched by excess :
From lust of power to jealous fury tost,

We see the tyrant in the lover lost.
TO MRS. ELIZ. M-T,

O! Love, thou source of mighty joy or woe!

Thou softest friend, or man's most dangerous foe! 1716.

Fantastic power! what rage* thy darts inspire,

When too much beauty kindles too much fire! O! Wondrous art, that grace to shadows gives!

Those darts, to jealous rage stern Herod drove; By whose command the lovely phantom lives!

It was a crime, but crime of too much love! Smiles with her smiles! the mimic eye instills Yet if condemn'd he falls—with pitying eyes A real flame! the fancy'd lightning kills!

Behold his injur'd Mariamne rise! Thus mirrors catch the love-inspiring face,

No fancy'd tale! our opening scenes disclose And the new charmer grace returns for grace.

Historic truth, and swell with real woes. Hence shall thy beauties, when no more appears Awful in virtuous grief the queen appears, Their fair possessor, shine a thousand years; And strong the eloquence of royal tears; By age uninjur'd, future times adorn,

By woes ennobled, with majestic pace, And warm the hearts of millions yet unborn, She meets Misfortune, glorious in disgrace! Who, gazing on the portrait with a sigh,

Small is the praise of Beauty, when it flies Shall grieve such perfect charms could ever die :

Fair Honour's laws, at best but lovely Vice. How would they grieve, if to such beauties join'd Charms it like Venus with celestial air? The paint could show the wonders of thy mind! Ev'n Venus is but scandalously fair;

() virgin ! born th' admiring world to grace! But when strict honour with fair features joins, 'Transmit thy excellence to latest days;

Like heat and light, at once it warms and shines
Yield to thy lover's vows! and then shall rise
A race of beauties conquering with thine eyes;

VARIATION.
Who, reigning in thy charms, from Death shall save
That lovely form, and triumph o'er the Grave.

4 What pangs, &c.

:

ON HER PICTURE.