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TO MRS. AFRA BEHN, Pintus again shall hear, again rejoice, "WO warrior * chiefs the voice of Fame divide,

And Hemus too, as when th' enchanting voice
Who best deserv'd, not Plutarch could decide : Taught oaks to dance, and made the cedars move.

Of tuneful Orpheus charın'd the grove,
Behold two mightier conquerors appear,
Some for your wit, some for your eyes declare ;

Nor Venus, nor Diana will we name ;
Debates arise, which captivates us most,

Myra is Venus and Diana too, And none can tell the charm by which he's loft. All that was faign'd of them, apply'd to her, is true; The bow and quiver does Diana bear ;

Then fing, my Muse, let Myra be our theme. Venus the dove ; Pallas the shield and spear :

As when the shepherds would a garland make, Poets foch emblems to their Gods aflign,

They search with care the fragrant meadows round; Heuts bleeding by the dart, and pen be thine. Plucking but here and there and only take

The choicest flow'rs with which some nymph 1


In framing Myra so divinely fair,

Nature has taken the same care;
row fly, Discretion, to my aid,

All that is lovely, noble, good, we see,
See haughty Myra, fair and bright,

Ali, beauteous Myra, all bound up

in thee. In all the pomp of love array'd;

Where Myra is, there is the Queen of Love,
Ah! how I tremble at the light!

Th’ Arcadian pastures, and th' Idalian grove.
She comes, lhe comes before her all

Let Myra dance, so charming is her mien,
Mankind does proftrate fali.

In every movement every grace is seen ;
Love, a destroyer fierce and

Let Myra fing, the notes so sweetly wound, Advent'rous, terrible, and strong,

The syrens would be filent at the found.
Cruel and rash, delighting still to vex,

Place me on mountains of cternal Inow,
Sparing nor age nor sex,

Where all is ice, all winters winds that blow;
Commands in chief; well fortify'd he lies,

Or cast me underneath the burning line, Add from her lips, her cheeks and eyes,

Where everlasting sun does fine ; All opposition he defies.

Where all is scorch'd-whatever you decree, Reason, Love's old inveterate foe,

Ye Gods! wherever I shall be,
Scarce ever reconcil'd till now,

Myra shall still be lov'd, and still ador'd by me.
Reason affifts her too.
A wise commander he, for council fit ;

Τ' Ο M Y R A.
But rice and coy, nor has been seen to sit
In modern synod, nor appear'd of late

ATURE indulgent, provident and kind,
In courts, nor camps, nor in affairs of state;

In all things that excell, some use design'd; Refon proclaims them all his foes,

The radiant fun, of every heavenly light Who such refiftless charms oppose.

The firit (did Myra not dispute that right)

Sends from above ten thousand blefings down; My very borom friends make war

Nor is he set so high for show alone,
Within my breast, and in her interests are ;

His beams reviving with auípicious fire,
Efterm and judgment with strong fancy join
To court, and call the fair invader in ;

Freely we all enjoy what all admire :
My darling favourite inclination too,

The moon and stars, those faithful guides of night, All, all conspiring with the foe.

Are placed to help, not entertain the right:

Plants, fruits, and flowers the fertile field, produce, Ah! whither shall I fly to hide

Not for vain ornament, but wholesome use; My weakness from the conqu’ror's pride ?

Health they restore, and nourishment they give, Now, nw, Discrefion be my guide.

We see with pleasure, but we taste to live.
But lee, this mighty Archimedes too,
Surrenders row.

Then think not, Myra, that thy form was meant

More to create defire, than to content;
Presuming longer to refift

Would the just gods so many charms provide
His very name,

Only to gratify a mortal's pride?
Discretion must disclaim;

Would they have form’d thee ro above thy sex,
Folly and madness only would perfift.

Only to play the tyrant, and to vex?
'Tis impious pleasure to delight in harm,

And Beauty should be kind as well as charm.
UNE, tune thy lyre, begin my Muse,

What nymph, what Queen, what Goddess wilt
thou choose?

At a Review of the Guards in Hyde-fark. Whose praises ling? What charmer's name

ET meaner beauties conquer singly fill, Tranfmit immortal down to Fame?

But haughty Myra will by thousands kill; Serike, strike thy ftrings, let Echo take the found, Through armed ranks triumphantly the drives, Aad bear it far, to all the mountains round;

And with one glance commands a thousand lives :

The trembling heroes, nor refift, nor fly, • Alexander and Cæfar.

But at the head of all their squadrons die. VOL. V.








HY, cruel creature, why fo bent

To vex a tender heart?
To gold and title you relent,
Love throws in vain his dart.

Let glittering fools in courts be great ;

For pay, let armies move ;
Beauty should have no other bait
But gentle vows, and love.

If on those endless charms you lay

The value that's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
A thousand worlds too few.

But if a passion without vice,

Without disguise or art,
Ah Myra! if trae love's your price,

Behold it in my heart.


MYRA SINGING. HE syrens, once deluded, vainly charm’d,

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Had Myra's voice entic'd his listening car,
The Greek had stopt, and would have dy'd to hear.
When Myra fings, we seek th' enchanting sound,
And bless the notes that do so sweetly wound.
What music needs muft dwell upon that tongue,
Whose speech is tuneful as another's song!
Such harmony! such wit! a face fo fair!
So many pointed arrows who can bear?
Who from her wit, or from her beauty fiies,
If with her voice The overtakes him, dies.

Like soldiers fo in battle we succeed,
One peril 'scaping, by another bleed;
In vain the dart, or glittering fword we fhun,
Condemn'd to perish by the slaughtering gun.

The happy Trojan gloriously pofleft,
Enjoys the dame, and leaves to fate the rest.
Your cold reflections, moralifts, forbear,
His title's best who best can please the fair.
And now the Gods, in pity to the cares,
The fierce desires, distractions, and despairs
Of tortur'd men, while beauty was confin'd,
Resolv'd to multiply the charming kind.
Greece was the land where this bright race begun,
And saw a thousand rivals to the sun.
Hence follow'd arts, while each employ'd his care
In new productions to delight the fair :
To bright Aspalia Socrates retir'd,
His wisdom grew but as his love inspir’d;
T:ofe rocks and oaks which such emotions felt,
Were cruel maids whom Orpheus taught to melt ;
Mufic, and songs, and every way to move
The ravith'd heart, were seeds and plants of love.

The Gods, entic'd by ro divine a birth,
Descend from heaven to this new heaven on earth;
Thy wit, o Mercury's no defence from love;
Nor Mars, thy target; nor thy thunder, Jove.
The mad immortals in a thousand shapes,
Range the wide globe; some yield, some fuffer rapes,
Invaded, or deceiv'd, not one escapes.
The wife, though a bright Goddess, thus gives place
To mortal concubines of fresh embrace;
By such examples were we taught to sec
The life and soul of love, is sweet variety.

In those first times, ere charming womankind
Reform'd their pleasures, polithing the mind,
Rude were their revels, and obscene their joys,
The broils of drunkards, and the lust of boys;
Phæbus laments for Hyacinthus dead,
And Juno jealous, storms at Ganymed.
Return, my Muse, and clofe that odious scene,
Nor stain thy verse with images anclean;
Of Beauty fing, her shining progress view,
From clime to clime the dazzling light pursue,
Tell how the Goddess spread, and how in empire

Let others govern, or defend the state,
Plead at the bar, or mariage a debate,
In lofty arts and sciences excell,
Or in proud domes employ their boasted skill,
To marble and to brass, such features give,
The metal and the stone may seem to live;
Describe the ftars, and planetary way,
And trace the footsteps of eternal day :
Be this, my Muse, thy pleasure and thy care,
A Nave to beauty, to record the Fair.
Still wand'ring in love's sweet delicious maze,
To sing the triumph of some heavenly face,
Of lovely dames, who with a smile or frown,
Subdue the proud, the suppliant lover crown.
From Venus down to Myra bring thy song,
To-thee alone such tender talks belong.

From Greece to Afric Beauty takes her fight,
And ripens with her near approach to light :
Frown not, ye Fair, to hear of swarthy dames,
With radiant eyes, that take unerring aims;
Beauty to no complexion is confin'd,
Is of all colours, and by none definid;
Jewels that shine, in gold or silver fet,
As precious and as sparkling ase in jet.




HE God of day descending from above,

Mixt with the sea, and got the Queen of love.
Beauty, that fires the world, 'twas fit should rile
From him alone who lights the stars and skies.
In Cyprus long, by men and Gods obey'd,
The lover's toil the gratefully repaid,
Promiscuous blessings to her laves allign'd,
And taught the world that Beauty should be kind.
Learn by this pattern, all ye fair, to charm,
Bright be your beams, but without scorching warm.

Helen was next from Greece to Phrygia brought, With much expence of blood and empire fought : Beauty and Love the noblest cause afford, That can try valour, or employ the sword. Not men alone incited by her charms, But Heaven's concern'd, and all the Gods take arms.

Here Cleopatra, with a liberal heart,
Bounteous of love, improv'd the joy with art,
The first who gave recruited Naves to know
That the rich pearl was of more use than show,
Who with high meats, or a luxurious draught,
Kep: love for ever flowing, and full fraught.
Julius and Anthony, those lords of all,
Each in his turn present the conquer'd bal};
Those dreadful eagles that had fac'd the light
From pole to pole, fill dazzled at her fight :
Nor was her death less glorious than her life,
A constant mistress, and a faithful wife;
Her dying truth some generous tears would cost,
Had no: her fate * inspir’d the World well Loft;
With secret pride the ravith'd Muses view
The image of that death which Dryden drew.

Pleas'd in such happy climates, warm and bright,
Love for some ages reveld with delight;
The martial Moors in gollantry refin'd,
Invent new arts to make their charmers kind;
See in the lists, by golden barriers bound,
19 warlike ranks they wait the trumpet's round;
Sume love-device is wrought on every sword,
And every ribbon bears fome mystic word.
As when we see the winged winds engage,
Mounted on courfers, foaming flame and rage,
Ruftling from every quarier of the sky,
North, east, and west, in airy swiftness vic;
One cloud repuls d, new combatants prepare
To meet as fierce, and form a thundering war;
So when the trumpet founding, gives the sign,
The justling chiefs in rude rencounter join,
So meet, and so renew the dextrous fight,
Each fair beholder trembling for her knight ;
S:il as one falls, another ruihes in,
And all must be o'ercome, or none can win.
The victor, from the shining dame, whose eyes
Aided his conqu’ring arm, receives a precious prize.

Thus Aourith'd Love, and Beauty reign'd in state,
Till the proud Spaniard gave thele glories date :
Past is the gallantry, the fame remains,
Transmitted safe in Dryden's lofty scenes ;
Granada t loft, beheld her pomps restor’d,
And Almuhide I, once more by kings ador’d.

Love driven thence, to colder Britain Aies,
And with bright nymphs the distant sun supplies;
Romances which relate the dreadful fights,
The joves and prowess of advent'rous knights;
To animate their rage, a kiss record
From Britain's fairelt nymph was the reward ;
'Thus ancient to Love's empire was the claim
Of British beauty, and so wide the fame,
Which, like our flag upon the feas, gives law
By right avow'd, and keeps the world in awe.

Our gallant kings of whom large annals prove
The mighty deeds, stand as renown'd for love ;
A monarch's right o'er Beauty they may claim,
Lords of that ocean from whence Beauty came.

Thy Rosamond, great Henry, on the stage,
By a late Muse presented in our age,
With aking hearts, and flowing eyes we view,
While that dissembled death presents the true
In Bracegirdle §, the persons so agree,
That all scems real the fpectators fee.

Of Scots and Gauls defeated, and their kings,
Thy captives, Edward, Fame for ever fings;
Like thy high deeds, thy noble loves are prais'd,
Who haft to Love the noblest trophy rais'd :
Thy statues, Venus, though by Phidias' hand,
Design'a immortal, yet no longer stand;
The magic of thy shining zone is part,
But Saliibury's Garter shall for ever last,
Which through the world by living monarchs worn,
Adds grace to fceptres, and does crowns adorn.

If such their fame who gave these rights divine To sacred Love, O! what dishonour's thine, Forgetful Queen, who sever'd that bright | head Which charm'd two mighty monarchs to her bed? Hadit thou been born a man, thou hadît not err'd, Thy fame had liv’d, and Beauty been preferr'd; But O! what mighty magic can assuage A woman's envy, and a bigot's rage?

Love tir'd at length, Love, that delights to smile,
Flying from scenes of horror *, quits our ise,
With Charles, the Cupids and the Graces gone,
In exile live, for Love and Charles were one;
With Charles he wanders, and for Charles he mourns,
But O! how fierce the joy when Charles returns !
As eager flames with opposition pent,
Break out impetuous when they find a vent;
As a fierce torrent bounded on bis race,
Forcing his way, rolls with redoubled pace
From the loud palace to the filent grove,
All, by the King's example, live and love;
The Mures with diviner voices fing;
And all rejoice to please the godlike King.

Then Waller in immortal verse proclaims
The shining court, and all the glittering dames;
Thy beauiy, Sydney t, like Achilles' sword,
Reliftless, stands upon as sure record;
The fiercelt hero, and the brightest dame,
Both sung alike, shall have their fate the same.

And now, my Muse, a nobler flight prepare,
And sing so loud that heaven and earth may hear.
Behold from Italy an awful ray
Of heavenly light illuminates the day,
Northward she bends, majestically bright,
And here the fixes her imperial light.
Be bold, be bold, my Muse, nor fear to raise
Thy voice to her who was thy earliest praise ;
What though the fullen Fates refuse to shine,
Or frown severe on thy audacious line,
Keep thy bright theme within thy steady right,
The clouds thall Aly before the dazzling light,
And everlasting day direct thy lofty flight.

All for Love; or, The World well Loft: written by Mr. Dryden.

† The Conquest of Granada; written by Mr. Dryden.

1 The part of Almahide, performed by Mrs. Elezzor Gwyn, Mistress to King Charles Il.

§ A famous actress.

|| Mary Queen of Scots, beheaded by Queen Elizabeth.

The Rebellion; and death of King Charles I. + The Lady Dorothy Sydney, celebrated by Mr. Waller under the name of Sachariffa.


Thou who hast never yet put on disguise
To flatter faction, or descend to vice;
Let n vain fear thy generous ardor tame,
But stand erect, and found as loud as Fame.

As when our eye fome prospect would pursue, Descending from a hill, looks round to view, Passes n'er lawns and meadows tili it gains Some favourite spot, and fixing there, remains : With equal rapture my transported Muse Flies other objects, this bright theme to choose.


Queen of our hearts, and charmer of our fight, A monarch's pride, his glory and delight, Princess ador'd and lov'd! If verse can give A deathless name, thine shall for ever live; Invok'd where-e'er the British lion roars, Extended as the seas that gird the British ihores. The wise immortals in their seats above, To emwn their labours, fill appointed Love; Phæbus enjoy'd the Goddess of the sea, Alcides had Omphale, James h2, Thee. O happy James ! content thy mighty mind, Grudge not the world, for still iny Queen is kind, To lie but at whose feet more glory brings Than 'tis to tread on sceptres, and on kings : Secure of empire in that beauteous brein, Who would not give their crowns to be so bleft? Was Helen half so fair, fo form’d for joy, Well chore the Trojan, and well burnt was Troy. But ah! what strange vicissitudes of fate, What chance attends on every worldly state? As when the skies were sack'd, the conqaerd Gods Compellid from heaven, forrnok their bleft abodes; Wandering in woods, they hid from den to den, And fought their safety in the shapes of men. As when the winds with kindling names conspire, The blaze encreases, as they fan the fire ; From roof to roof the burning torrent pours, Nor spares the palace, nor the loftiest towers : Or, as the stately pine, erecting high Her lofty branches, footing to the sky, If riven by the thunderbolt of Jove, Down falls at once the pride of all the grove, Level with lowest shrubs lies the tall head 'That rear'd aloft, as to the clouds was spread. So But cease, my Muse, thy colours are too faint, Hide with a veil those griefs which none can paint ; This fun is set.-But see in bright array What hosts of heavenly light recruit the day. Love, in a shining Galaxy, appears Triumphant still, and Grafton leads the stars. Ten thousand loves, ten thousand several ways Invade adoring crowds, who die to gaze ; Her eyes refiftless as the syrens voice, So sweet's the charm, we make our fate our choice. Wbo moft res mbles let her next be nam'd, Villiers * for wisdom and deep judgment famid, Of a high race, victorious Beauty brings To grace our courts, and captivate our kings.

With what delight my Muse to Sandwich fies!
Whose wit is piercing as her sparkling eyes:
Ah! how she mounts, and spread her airy wings,
And tunez her voice, when she of Ormond lings!
Of radiant Ormond, only fit to be
The fucceffor of beauteous Offry.

Richmond's a title, that but nam’d, implies
Majestic graces, and victorious eyes;
Fair Villiers first, then haughty Stuart came,
And Brudenel now no less adorns the name.
Dorset already is immortal made
In Prior’s verse, nor needs a second aid.

By Bentinck and fair Rutenber; we find,
That Bcauty to no climate is confin'd.

Rupert of royal blood, with modeft grace, Bluthes to hear the triumphs of her face.

Not Hele, with St. Alban's might compare : Nor let the Muse omit Scrocp, Holms, and Hare: Hyde, Venus is; the Graces are Kildare.

Soft and delicious as a southern sky,
Are D-1h wood's smiles; when Darnly frowns * we die,
Curelets t, but yet se ure of conquest still,
Lu'lon unaiming, never fails to kill;
Guiltless of pride to captivate, or shine,
Bright without art, the wounds without design:
But Wyndham like a tyrant throws the dart,
And takes a cruel pleasure in the smart,
Proud of he ravage that her be.'uties make,
Delight in wounds, and kills for killing fake;
Allerting he dominion of her eyes,
As heroes fight for glory, no for prize.

The skilful Muse's earlieft care has been
The praise of never-fading Mazarine;
The Poet I and his theme, in spite of Time,
For ever young, enjoy an endless pri.ne.
With charms to numerous Myra does surprise,
The lover knows not by which dart he dies ;
So thick the volley, and the wound so sure,
No flight can save, no remedy can cure.

Yet || dawning in her infancy of light,
O see! another Brudenel heavenly bright,
Born to fulfil the glories of her linc,
And fix Love's empire in that race divine.

Fain would my Muse to Cecil i bend her sight,
But turns astonish'd from the dazzling light,
Nor dares attempt to climb the steepy fight.

o Kneller! like thy pictures were my song, Clear like thy paint, and like thy pencil trong ; These matchless Beauties should recorded be, Immortal in my verse, as in thy Gallery S.

* Lady Catharine Darnley, Duchess of Buckinghara.

Lady Gower. 1 Monsieur St. Evremont. || Lady Molyncaux.

Lady Ranelagh. ☆ The Gallery of Beauties in Hampton-Court, drawn by Sis Godfrey Kneller.

* Countess of Orkney.


OUR tipag carnijiy to be told who I meant by M vefarir

, THOOh, the pains that we endure !





HOUGHTFUL nights, and restless waking,
TITH Myri's Charms, and my extreme despair,
Long had my Mule amaz'd the reader's ear,

Broken faith, unkind forsaking,
My friends, with Piry, heard the mournful sound, Ever doubting, never sure.
An al! enquir'd from whence the fatal wound;

Th' astonith'd world beheld an endless Aame,
Ne’cr to be quench’d, unknowing whence it came :

Hopes deceiving, vain endeavours,

What a race has love to run!
So fctter'd fire from scorch'd Vesuvius fies,
Unknown the source from whence those fames arise :

False protesting, freeting favours,
Ægyptian Nile so spreads its waters round,

Ev'ry, ev'ry way undone.

III. O'erflowing far and near, its head unfound.

Myra berself, touch'd with the moving song, Still complaining, and defending, Would needs be told to whom those plaints belong ;

Both to love, yet not agree; My timorous congue not daring to confess,

Fears tormenting, Passion rending, Trending to nane, would fain have had her guess ;

Oh! the Pangs of jealousy! Inpatient of excuse, the urges still,

IV. Pin her demand, she must, she will;

From such painful ways of living, If fien', I am threaten'd with her hate;

Ah! how sweet could love be free! If I mbey-Ah! what may be my


Still presenting, still receiving, l'acertain to conceal, or to unfold,

Fierce, immortal ecstacy. Sie !niles-the goddefs (miles- and I grow bold.

My vows to Myra, all were meant to thee, The prile, the love, the matchless constancy.

SONG TO MYR A. "Tur thus of old, when all th' immortal dames Wire trac'd with poets, each by several names ;

HY should a heart fo tender, break ? From l'erus, Cisterea was invok'd;

O Myra! give its anguilh ease; Arors for Pallas, to Iritonia Imok'd.

The use of beauty you mistake, Suomes were theirs; and thou the moft divine,

Not meant to vex, but please. pot lov'd of heav'nly beauties--Myra's thine. Those lips for smiling were designd;

That bosom to be prest;

Your eyes to languish, and look kind;

For amorous arms, your waist.

Each thing has its appointed right,

Establish'd by the Pow'rs above,

The sun to give us warmth, and light,
What means this change on Myra's brow ? Myra to kindle love.
Her aguish love now glows and burns,
Theo chills and shakes, and the cold fit returns,

Mock'd with deluding looks and smiles,

INCE truth and constancy are vain, When on her pity I depend,

Since neither love nor sense of pain, My airy hope she foon beguiles,

Nor force of reason can persuade,
And laughs to see my torments never end.

Then let example be obey'd.

In courts and cities, could you see
up the steepy hill, with pain,

How well the wanton fools agree ; The weighty stone is rollid in vain,

Were all the curtains drawn, you'd find Which having touchd the top, recoils,

Not one, perhaps, but who is kind.
And leaves the lab'rer to renew his toils.

Minerva, naked from above,
With Venus, and the wife of Jove,

Exposing ev'ry Beauty bare,

Descending to the Trojan heir ;
OST in a labyrinth of doubts and joys,

Yet this was she whom poets name
Whom now her smiles revivid, her scorn destroys: Goddess of chastity and fame.
She will, and she will not, the grants, denies,

Penelope, her lord away,
Consents, retracts, advances, and then flies, Gave am'rous audiences all day ;
Approving, and rejecting in a breath,

Now round the bowl the suitors sit, Now proff'ring mercy, now presenting death. With wine, provoking mirth and wit, Thus hoping, thus despairing, never sure,

Then down they take the stubborn bow, How various are the torments I endure !

Their strength, it seems, the needs must know. Cruel eftate of Doubt! Ah, Myra, try

Thus twenty chearful winters past, Once to resolve or let me live, or dię.

She's yet immortaliz'd for chatte.



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