And takes his Stand upon a Rife, Such Beauty here we view befide, Without its old Companion, Pride; Virtue without Formality, And Mirth still mixt with Piety; Courteous Smiles without Defign, As innocent as Infants' are, While Virtues thus embellifh'd shine, And take Addition from the Fair. Whate'er that's great in Belles is found, On which their greater Pride they' ground, If If we examine, will appear To rife from fome fmall Likeness hére. What's faid of one, muft t'other claim. Defcribe but Thofe, and Those are They. I' To CELIA. Loves makes a Poet. Fought within these Lines appear That may delight my CELIA's Ear; T Nor prove unworthy of her Name, And raise to me fome little Fame; From whence proceeds this Happiness. Him you invoke, whofe grov'ling Senfe Ne'er felt a greater Influence. Apollo, ten to one, may fhow, With Skill to draw the twanging Bow He He may direct us in the Ufe Of ev'ry Herbs medic'nal Juice ; But 'tis from Love we have the Bays, He causes all harmonious Lays. Why then do Bards so oft prepare When the retracts her wonted Love, Her Her Praife, who firft my Strains cou'd move, The Character of an Happy Life. A Relique of Sir PHILIP SIDNEY. OW happy is He born or taught H° Who ferveth not another's Will, Whofe Armour is his honeft Thought, And fimple Truth his higheft Skill. Whofe Paffions not his Masters are, Unty'd unto the World with Care Of Princely Love, or vulgar Breath. Who hath his Life from Rumours freed, Whole Confcience is his ftrong Retreat; Whofe |