Mrs. BARTON.
At Barton's Feet the God of Love
His Arrows and his Quiver lays,
Forgets he has a Throne above,
And with this lovely Creature ftays.
Not Venus' Beauties are more bright,
But each appear fo like the other,
That Cupid has mistook the right,
And takes the Nymph to be his Mother
Mrs. BRUDENELL.
Look on the lovelieft Tree that shades the Park,
And Brudenell you will find upon the Bark;
Look on the fairest Glass that's fill'd the most,
And Brudenell you will find the fairest Toast;
Look on her Eyes, if you their Light can bear,
And Love himfelf you'll find fits toafting there
Mrs. BRUDENELL.
Imperial Juno gave her matchlefs Grace,
And Hebe's youthful Bloom adorns her Face;
Bright as the Star that leads the Heav'nly Hoft,
Brudenell precedes the Glory of the Toast.
Lady MARY CHURCHILL.
By the Lord Hallitax.
Fairest and latest of the beauteous Race,
Bleft with your Parents Wit, and her first blooming Born with our Liberties in William's Reign,
Your Eyes alone that Liberty restrain.
Mrs. CLAVERINE.
Such Beauty join'd with fuch harmonious Skill,
Muft doubly charm, then let us doubly fill.
If Mufick be Love's Food, as Lovers think,
When Claverine's nam'd, then Toasting is his Drink,
Carlife's a Name can ev'ry Muse inspire,
To Carlisle fill the Glafs and tune the Lyre.
With his lov'd Bays the God of Day fhall crown
A Wit and Luftre equal to his own.
Lady CARLISLE.
Behold this Northern Star's aufpicious Light,
Our fainter Beauties fhine not half so bright.
Form'd to attract, yet certain to repel,
Her Charms are blazing, but the guards 'em well.
Lady CARLISLE.
She o'er all Hearts and Toafts must reign,
Whose Eyes outsparkle bright Champaign;
Or (when she will vouchfafe to fmile,)
The Brillant that now writes Carlisle.
Lady CARLISLE.
Great as a Goddess, and of Form Divine,
Our Heads we bend, and all our Hearts refign:
Like Heav'n fhe rules with an Imperial Sway,
And teaches to adore and to obey.
Lady CARLISLE.
At once the Sun and Carlisle took their way,
To warm the frozen North, and kindle Day;
The Flowers to both their glad Creation ow'd,
Their Virtues He, their Beauties She beftow'd.
Lady CARLISLE.
Approach ye mean Coquets, and view her well, Finish'd within, as fuits the stately Shell ;,
Smile on your Fops, and Slaves of Fools create; But if you'll conquer Men, like her be Fair and Great. Mrs. COLLIER.
No Wonder Scots our Kingdom wou'd Invade,
Since we have ftol'n from thence this lovely Maid;
Troy's Myftick Tales a Prophefie appear
Of Wars Predeftin'd to be fought for Her;
And all those Charms the Grecian Poets give
Their fancy'd Helen, in this Beauty live.
O Dunch! if fewer with thy Charms are fir'd,
As when by Godfrey's Name thou waft admir'd,
'Tis not that Marriage makes thee seem less fair,
But then we hop'd, and now we must despair.
Fair Dunch's Eyes fuch radiant Glances dart,
As warm the coldeft Bofom with Defire:
Thofe Heav'nly Orbs muft needs attract the Heart,
Where Churchill's Sweetness foftens Godfrey's Fire
Mrs. P. DASHWOOD.
Fair as the blushing Grape fhe ftands,
Excites our Hopes, and tempts our Hands;
Bloffoms and Fruit together meet,
As Autumn ripe, and April sweet.
Mrs. DIGBY.
By Mr. C
Why laughs the Wine with which this Glafs is crown'd?
Why leaps my Heart to hear this Health go round?
Digby warms both with Sympathetick Fires;
Her Name the Glass, her Form my Heart infpires.
No wonder Ladies that at Court appear,
And in Front-Boxes fparkle all the Year,
Are chofen Toafts; 'twas Digby's matchlefs Frame That, Cafar-like, but faw and overcame.
The braveft Hero, and the brightest Dame
From Belgia's happy Clime Britannia drew;
One pregnant Cloud we find does often frame
The awful Thunder and the gentle Dew.
Lady ESSEX.
By Dr. G.
To Effex fill the sprightly Wine,
The Health's engaging and divine:
Let pureft Odours fcent the Air,
And Wreaths of Rofes bind our Hair.
In her chafte Lips these blushing lie,
And thofe her gentle Sighs supply.
Lady H. GODOLPHIN.
By Mr. Maynwaring.
Godolphin's cafie and unpractis'd Air
Gains without Art, and governs without Care. Her conqu'ring Race with various Fate surprise; Who 'fcape their Arms, are Captives to her Eyes.
Mrs. GUY BONS.
Could Grecian Mafters from the Shades return, To copy Guybons, 'twould advance their Art; Their's never made but one with Paffion burn, And this Belle Venus conquers ev'ry Heart.
The God of Wine grows jealous of his Art,
He only fires the Head, but Hyde the Heart.
The Queen of Love looks on, and smiles to fee
A Nymph more mighty than a Deity.
On the Lady HYDE in Child-bed.
By Dr. G
Hyde, tho' in Agonies, her Graces keeps,
A thousand Charms the Nymph's Complaints a In Tears of Dew fo mild Aurora weeps, [dorn But her bright Offspring is the chearful Morn.
Lady HARPER.
In Harper all the Loves and Graces fhine,
Gay as our Mirth, and sparkling as our Wine.
Here's to the Fair-----Were Poifon in the Cup,
Might he be bless'd, thus would I drink it up.
Mrs. HAR E.
In fair Hare there are Charms,
Which the coldeft Swain warms,
And the vaineft of Nymphs cannot bear:
Slighted Toafts with her blind,
Loving Knights with her kind;
Then about with the dear Ring of Hare.
The Gods of Wit, and Wine, and Love, prepare
With chearful Bowls to celebrate the Fair;
Love is enjoyn'd to name his favourite Toast,
And Hare's the Goddefs that delights them moft;
Phoebus appoints, and bids the Trumpets found,
And Bacchus in a Bumper puts it round.
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