Whom would they please? To an heroic tale
Would you not liften, left it should grow stale?
CON.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;

Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were,
PRO.

If 'twere not heaven if we knew what it were,
'Twould not be heaven to those that now are there.

CON.

And as in profpects we are there pleas'd most,
Where fomething keeps the eye from being loft,
And leaves us room to guess: fo here, reftraint
Holds up delight, that with excess would faint.
PRO.

Restraint preferves the pleasure we have got,
But he ne'er has it, that enjoys it not.
In goodly profpects, who contracts the space,
Or takes not all the beauty of the place?
We with remov'd what standeth in our light,
And nature blame for limiting our fight:
Where
you stand wifely winking, that the view
Of the fair profpect may be always new.

CON.

They, who know all the wealth they bave, are poor; He's only rich that cannot tell his ftore.

PRO.

Not he that knows the wealth he has, is poor;
But he that dares not touch, nor use his ftore.

TH

TO A FRIEND,

Of the different Succefs of their Loves.

HRICE happy Pair! of whom we cannot know Which firft began to love, or loves most now: Fair courfe of paffion! where two lovers start, And run together, heart still yok'd with heart: Successful youth! whom Love has taught the way To be victorious, in the first effay.

Sure love 's an art best practised at first,

And where th' experienced still profper worst!
I, with a different fate, pursued in vain
The haughty Calia; till my just disdain
Of her neglect, above that paffion borne,
Did pride to pride oppose, and scorn to scorn.
Now the relents; but all too late, to move
A heart directed to a nobler love:

The fcales are turn'd, her kindness weighs no more
Now, than my vows and service did before.
So, in fome well-wrought hangings, you may fee
How Hector leads, and how the Grecians flee:
Here, the fierce Mars his courage fo infpires,
That with bold hands the Argive fleet he fires:
But there, from heaven the blue-ey'd virgin falls,
And frighted Troy retires within her walls:

*

They that are foremost in that bloody race,
Turn head anon, and give the conquerors chase.
So like the chances are of love and war,
That they alone in this distinguish'd are;
In love, the victors from the vanquish'd fly:
They fly that wound, and they pursue that die.

An APOLOGY for having loved before.

HEY that never had the use

TH

Of the grape's furprizing juice,

To the first delicious cup

All their reafon render up:
Neither do, nor care to know,
Whether it be beft or no.

So, they that are to love inclin'd,
Sway'd by chance, not choice or art,
To the first that 's fair or kind,
Make a prefent of their heart:
'Tis not the that firft we love,、
But whom dying we approve.

To man, that was in th' evening made,
Stars gave the first delight;
Admiring, in the gloomy shade,

Those little drops of light :
Then, at Aurora, whofe fair hand
Remov'd them from the skies,
He gazing toward the east did stand,
She entertain'd his eyes.

But when the bright fun did appear,
All thofe he 'gan despise;

His wonder was determin'd there,

And could no higher rife:

He neither might, nor wish'd to know
A more refulgent light :

For that (as mine your beauties now)
Employ'd his utmost fight.

F

AIREST piece of well-form'd earth!
Urge not thus your haughty birth:
The power, which you have o'er us, lies
Not in your race, but in your eyes.
None but a prince !-alas! that voice
Confines you to a narrow choice.
Should you no honey vow to taste,
But what the master-bees have plac'd
In compass of their cells, how small
A portion to your share would fall!
Nor all appear among thofe few,
Worthy the stock from whence they grew :
The fap, which at the root is bred,

In trees, through all the boughs is spread;
But virtues, which in parents shine,
Make not like progress through the line.
"Tis not from whom, but where, we live:
The place does oft those graces give.
Great Julius, on the mountains bred,
A flock perhaps, or herd, had led :

He that the world fubdued, had been
But the best wreftler on the green.

* Alexander.

'Tis art, and knowledge, which draw forth
The hidden feeds of native worth:

They blow thofe fparks, and make them ri
Into fuch flames as touch the skies:
To the old Heroes hence was given
A pedigree, which reach'd to heaven:
Of mortal feed they were not held,
Which other mortals fo excell'd.
And beauty too, in fuch excess
As yours, Zelinda! claims no lefs :
Smile but on me, and you shall scorn
Henceforth to be of Princes born.
I can defcribe the shady grove,

Where your lov'd mother slept with Jove:
And yet excuse the faultless dame,

Caught with her spouse's shape and name:

Thy matchless form will credit bring

To all the wonders I fhall fing.

To my Lady MORTON, on NEW-YEAR'S-DAY, at the LOUVRE in PARIS.

MADAM! new-years may well expect to find

Welcome from you, to whom they are so kind; Still as they pass, they court and smile on you; And make your beauty, as themselves, feem new. To the fair Villars we Dalkeith prefer ; And fairest Morton now as much to her: So like the fun's advance your titles show, Which, as he rises, does the warmer grow.

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