ན་ But, Madam, if the Fates withstand, and you Are deftin'd Hymen's willing Victim too, Truft not too much your now refiftlefs Charms, Thofe, Age or Sickness, foon or late, difarms; Good Humour only teaches Charms to last, Still makes new Conquefts, and maintains the past: Love, rais'd on Beauty, will like That decay; A Our Hearts may bear its flender Chain a Day, As flow'ry Bands in Wantonness are worn; A Morning's Pleasure, and at Evening torn: This binds in Ties more eafie, yet more strong, The willing Heart, and only holds it long. Thus * Voiture's early Care ftill fhone the fame, And Montbaufier was only chang'd in Name ; By this, ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their Wit still sparkling and their Flames still *Madamoiselle Paulet. [warm. Now Now crown'd with Myrtle, on th' Elyfian Coast, Amidst thofe Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost, Pleas'd while withSmiles his happyLines you view, And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you. The brightest Eyes of France infpir'd his Mufe, TWO TWO COPIES of VERSES, WRITTEN Some Years since in Imitation of the Style of Two Perfons of Quality. By the fame Hand. On SILENCE. I. Ilence! Coceval with Eternity; Sen Thou wert e'er Nature firft began to be, 'Twas one vastNothing,All,and All slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the Sway, e'er Heav'n was form'd or [Earth, E'er fruitful Thought conceiv'd Creation's Birth, [forth. Or Midwife Word gave Aid, and spoke the Infant III. Then O III. Then various Elements against thee join'd, In one more various Animal combin'd, [kind. And fram'd the clam'rous Ráce of busie Human IV. The Tongue mov'd gently firft, and Speech was [low, Till wrangling Science taught itNoife and Show," And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive Foe. But Rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain ; Loft in the Maze of Words, he turns again, [Reign. And feeks a furer State, and courts thy gentler VI. Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft set free, Opprefs'd with Argumental Tyranny, And routed Reason finds a fafe Retreat in thee. VII. With thee in private modeft Dulness lies, And in thy Bofom lurks in Thought's Difguife; Thou Varnisher of Fools, and Cheat of all the Wife. VIII. Yet thy Indulgence is by both confest; And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom feeks for Rest. IX. Silence, the Knave's Repute, the Whore's good The only Honour of the wishing Dame; [Name, [Fame. Thy very want of Tongue makes thee a kind of X. But cou'dft thou feize fome Tongues that now [are free, How Church and State wou'd be oblig'd to thee? [be? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome wou'dst thou |