Since Pallas bright and fhining Arms
Perhaps might dazle Venus' Charms,
And Juno with majestick Gate

Surpass them both in Pomp and State;
SO PRIAM'S Son moft wifely taught

To judge what's Beauty, what is not,
Beg'd to examine with his Eyes

Without their Garbs, which might disguise

Or add new Beauty to their Features,

As here amongst us mortal Creatures..

Then why my charming lovely Fair,

Shou'd you unveil at Morning Pray'r ;

Nay, even in the Holy Place,

Attack us with refiftlefs Grace;

And whilft our Hearts on Heav'n fhou'd tend,

Our Pray'rs to you in Sighs we fend?

Since if, my Fair, as once to me,

Your Secret might difcover'd be
Not Venus' felf durft then contend

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Now

Now Charmer at your Prayr's I'll leave you,

Hoping kind Heav'n won't believe you,

Whatever facred Vows you make,

Except you will for Mercy's fake

Forgive me, tho' again I ftare,

For faith my Eyes cannot forbear,
Unless you can appear lefs Fair;

Tho' even then they'd hardly cease,
And leave so fine a Shape at Peace ;
So I can't warrant a Compliance,

My Heart being with them in Alliance.
However don't renew th' Attack,

I'll keep both Looks and Wishes back,
And only when the Nine inspire,

Or Phabus ftrikes the founding Lyre,

Or jolly Bacchus in our Bowls

Adding new Vigour to our Souls,

Commands we toaft fome heav'nly Lafs,

I'll write B-SC-EN, on my Glafs,

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FLIRTILLA, or the Coquet.

HAT direful Monfter, what unheard-of

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[Muse?

What Witch invoke, what Fury fhall I

T'affift my Strains, whilft I her Form defcribe,
Who far furpaffes all the Fiends befide?

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Nor two form'd CHIRON, nor PASSIPHAE's Son,
Have to our Natures fuch Repugnance shown:
Nor PROTEUs' Looks more various Forms affume
Than proud FLIRTILLA in the Drawing-Room.
To Day with too much Red fhe daubs her Face,
Her Cheeks too ruddy fainter Lips difgrace.
Now the refolves more Streaks of White to fpread:
T'eclipse the deeper Blushes of the Red;
Nor yet fucceeds, but ill exerts the Part

Of Sign Poft Painter, who, for Want of Art,
Oft paints a Lyon of a Scarlet Hue,

Or draws a Savage Boar in Azure Blue :

So

So Features bad enough, for want of Skill,
Become more frightful, more unpleafing ftill.
Nor in FLIR TILLA'S Face and Neck we find
More various Colours, than difguife her Mind.
Now, with contracted Brows and haughty Mien,
She, like a Goddefs, or Dramatick Queen,
Keeps us at Distance; wifely taught to fear
Our Breaths may melt her if we come too near:
Forbids all Kiffing, left our Lips fhou'd taint
And spoil the Form or Colour of the Paint.
Her Frowns repell us, whilft her Eyes invite;
We love for Madness, wou'd enjoy for Spite.
Sure L--ft or worse, our Breafts for her inspire,
And dire Revenge foments the am'rous Fire.
When first I saw her, all her Looks were gay,
She feem'd more beauteous than the blooming May:
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Then on her Charms (methought) 'twere Heav'n to
[dwell,
But now her Beauty and her Mind is Hell.
All Arts are useless now to mend her Fame,
For proud FLIRTILLA ftill will be the fame.

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By an Unknown Hand...

NE Night extended on my downy Bedi

Melting in am'rous Dreams, altho' a Maid;"

My active Thoughts prefented to my View

A Youth undrefs'd, whole charming Face I knew. 1/
Strip'd to his Shirt he fprang to me in White,
Like a kind Bride-Groom on the Nuptial Night.

And tho' his Linnen Drefs Ghoft-like appear'd,
He look'd alas! too harmless too be fear'd.
His wifhful Eyes, exprefs'd his eager Love,

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And twinkled like the brighteft Stars above.
Such Modest Blushes ftain'd his beauteous Face, T

By his kind Looks, of ev'ry Grace poffeft,

That he cou'd harbour Evil in his Breast.

Blefs me, faid I, Philander, What d'ye mean?

How came you hither- Who cou'd let you in ?, Å

Undrefs'd,