Since Pallas bright and fhining Arms Surpass them both in Pomp and State; To judge what's Beauty, what is not, 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 With you, who all the Three tranfcend. G 2 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, Tho' even then they'd hardly cease, My Heart being with them in Alliance. I'll keep both Looks and Wishes back, 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, } FLIRTILLA, or the Coquet. HAT direful Monfter, what unheard-of W [Muse? What Witch invoke, what Fury fhall I T'affift my Strains, whilft I her Form defcribe, [chufe? Nor two form'd CHIRON, nor PASSIPHAE's Son, Of Sign Poft Painter, who, for Want of Art, Or draws a Savage Boar in Azure Blue : So So Features bad enough, for want of Skill, The Ο 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/ And tho' his Linnen Drefs Ghoft-like appear'd, baA mo? 1 T And twinkled like the brighteft Stars above. 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, |