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EPISTLE TO DAMON AND DELIA, 153
To foften faults, to which a foe is prone,
And, in a friend's perfection, praise your own :
A will sincere, unknown to selfish views;
A heart of love, of gallantry a Muse ;
A delicate, yet not a jealous mind;
A passion ever fond, yet never blind,
Glowing with amorous, yet with guiltless fires,
In ever-eager, never gross desires :
A modest honour, sacred to contain

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From tattling vanity, when Sniles you gain ;
Constant, most pleas'd when beauty most you please :
Damon! your picture 's fhewn in tints like these.

Say, Delia, must I chide you or commend ?
Say, nult I be

your fatterer or your friend?
To praise no graces in a rival fair,
Nor your own foibles in a sister spare ;
Each-lover's billet, bantering, to reveal,
And never known one secret to conceal ;
Young, fickle, fair, a levity inborn,

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To treat:all sighing slaves with flippant scorn;
An eye, expressive of a wandering mind :
Nor this to read, nor that to think inclin'd;
Or when a book, or thought, from whim retards,
Intent on songs or novels, dress or cards;

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Choice to select the party of delight,
To kill time, thought, and fame, in frolic flight;
To flutter here, to flurry there on wing;
To talk, to teaze, to fimper, or to sing ;
To prude it, to coquet it-him to trust,

35 Whose vain, loose life, should caution or disgust;

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Him to dislike, whose modelt worth lould please.-
Say, is your picture shown in tints like these?
Your's !-you deny it—Hear the point then tried,
Let judgment, truth, the Mufe, and love decide. 40
What your's !-Nay, fairest trifler, frown not so:
Is it ? the Muse with doubt, Love answers NO:
You smile-Is 't not? Again the question try!-
Yes, judgment thinks, and truth will yes, reply.

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SEE female vice and female folly here,

Raillied with wit polite, or lash'd severe : Let Pope present such objects to our view; Such are, my fair, the full reverse of you. Rapt when, to Loddon's stream * from Windsor's shades,

5 He sings the modest charms of sylvan maids; Dear Burford's hills in memory's eye appear, And Luddal's spring § still murmurs in my ear:

But

* Alluding to the beautiful Episode of Loddona, in Windsor Forest.

§ A spring near Burford,

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But when you cease to bless my longing eyes,
Dumb is the spring, the joyless prospect dies :
Came then, my charmer, come! here transport reigns !
New health, new youth, inspirits all my veins.
Each hour let intercourse of hearts employ,
Thou life of loveliness! thou foul of joy!
Love wakes the birds-oh, hear each melting lay! 15
Love warms the world come charmer, come away!
But hark !-immortal Pope resumes the lyre !
Diviner airs, diviner flights, inspire :
Hark where an angel's language tunes the line !
See where the thoughts and looks of angels shine ! 20.
Here he pour'd all the music of your tongue,
And all your looks and thoughts, unconscious, sung.

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LONG a lov'd fair had bless d her conforto fight

With amorous pride, and undisturb’d delight; Till Death, grown envious with repugnant aim, Frown'd at their joys, and urg'd a tyrant's claim.

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He fummons each disease !--the noxious crew,

5 Writhing; in dire distortions, strike his view! From various plagues, which various natures know, Forth rulhes beauty's fear'd and fervent foe. Fierce to the fair, the missile mischief flies, The fanguine streams in raging ferments rise ! It drives, ignipotent, through every vein, Hangs on the heart, and burns around the brain ! Now a chill damp the charmer's lustre dims !

Sad o'er her eyes the livid languor swims ! · Her eyes, that with a glance could joy inspire, 15 Like setting stars, scarce shoot a glimmering fire.

Here stands her confort, sore, with anguil, preft, Grief in his eye, and terror in his breast, The Paphian Graces, smit with anxious care, In silent forrow weep the waining fair. Eight suns, fuccellive, roll their fire away, And eight flow nights see their deep Mades decay. While these revolve, though mute each Muse appears, Each speaking eye drops eloquence in tears. On the ninth noon, great Phæbus, listening bends ! 25 On the ninth noon, each voice in prayer ascends! Great God of light,, of song, and physic's ait, Restore the languid fair, new soul impart ! Her beauty, wit, and virtue, claim thy care, And thine own bounty's almost rival'd there.

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s'd. The God allents. Would Death ad.

vance ? Phæbus, unseen, arrests the threatening lance !

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Down from his orb a vivid influence streams,
And quickening earth imbibes falubrious beams;
Each balmy plant, encrease of virtue knows, 35
And art, inspir’d, with all her patron, glows.
The charner's opening eye, kind hope, reveals,
Kind hope, her confort's breast enlivening feels.
Each grace revives, each Muse resumes the lyre,
Each beauty brighters with re-lumin'd fire.
As Health's auspicious powers gay life display,
Death, sullen at the fight, stalks flow away.

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O MY lovd Hill,

O thou by heaven design?d
To charm, to mend, and to adorn mankind!
To thee my hopes, fears, joys, and forrows tend,
Thou brother, father, nearer yet! -thou friend!

If worldly friendhips oft cement, divide,
As interests vary, or as whims preside ;
If leagues of luxury borrow friendship’s light,
Or leagues subversive of all social right :

O fay,

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