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Loft, and bewilder'd in despair,
Hail thou, whofe verfe, a living image, fhines,
We in that image bright Hillarius view!
Let the low crowd, who love unwholesome fare, 50 When in thy words the breath of angels flows,
Like grofs-fed fpirits, fick in purer air,
And they, like spectres, fhun the ftreams of light. 55
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
BESSY, COUNTESS OF ROCHFORD,
DAUGHTER OF THE LATE EARL RIVERS,
WHEN WITH CHILD.
AS when the fun walks forth in flaming gold,
Mean plants may finile, and humble flowers un
The low-laid lark the diftant æther wings,
So, when thy charms 'celestial views create,
Hail, Rivers! hallow'd fhade! defcend from reft! Defcend and smile, to see thy Rochford bleft: Weep not the fcenes through which my life must run, 15 Though fate, fleet-footed, fcents thy languid fon. The bar that, darkening, crofs'd my crested claim, Yields at her charms, and brightens in their flame : That blood which, honour'd, in thy Rochford reigns, In cold, unwilling wanderings trac'd my veins. Want's wintery realm froze hard around my view; And fcorn's keen blafts a cutting anguish blew. To fuch fad weight my gathering griefs were wrought,, Life feem'd not life, but when convuls'd with thought! Decreed beneath a mother's frown to pine, Madness were ease, to misery form'd like mine!·
Yet my Mufe waits thee through the realms of day, Where lambent lightnings round thy temples play. Sure my fierce woes will, like thofe fires, refine, Thus lose their torture, and thus glorious shine! And now the Mufe heavens milky path furveys, With thee, 'twixt pendent worlds, it wondering ftrays, Worlds which, unnumber'd as thy virtues, roll Round funs-fix'd, radiant emblems of thy foul !
Hence lights refracted run through distant skies,
Now a new scene enormous luftre brings,
TO THE EXCELLENT
AN D A,
CONSORT OF AARON HILL, ESQ.
ON READING HER POEMS.
EACH foftening charm of Clio's fmiling fong,
Montague's foul, which shines divinely ffrong, These blend, with graceful ease, to form thy rhyme, Tender, yet chafte; fweet-founding, yet fublime; Wisdom and wit have made thy works their care, Each paffion glows, refined by precept, there : To fair Miranda's form each grace is kind; The Mufes and the Virtues tune thy mind.
POLLY, from me, though now a love-fick youth,
How would you praise me, fhould your fex defame!
You fcorn; yet should my paffion change, or fail, 15
Such, Polly, are your fex-part truth, part fiction,
GEN T LE M
JOHN JOLIFFE, Esq
Decent mein, an elegance of dress,
Words, which, at ease, each winning grace ex-
A life, where love, by wisdom polish'd, shines,
Knowledge of various life, of learning too ;
A fmile indulgent, and that fmile fincere ;
Give true delight, and gain unflattering praise,