To bear this Form, the Genial Sun Thou, Kneller, long with noble Pride Here fwarthy Charles appears, and there His Brother with Dejected Air; Triumphant Nassau here we find, And with him bright Maria join'd; There, Anna, Great as when the fent E'er yet her Hero was Difgrac't: O may fam'd BRUNSWICK be the laft, my Wish agree And long preferve thy Art in Thee) The Laft, the Happiest British King, Wife Phidias, thus his Skill to prove, Great Pan, who wont to chase the Fair, And mighty Mars, for War renown'd, By Him the childless Goddess rofe, ་ Her twisted Threads; the Webb fhe ftrung, And o'er a Loom of Marble hung: Thetis the troubled Ocean's Queen, Match'd with a Mortal, next was feen (Reclining on a Fun'ral Urn) Her fhort-liv'd Darling Son to Mourn. This Wonder of the Sculptor's Hand For who wou'd hope New Fame to raise, That, his high Genius to approve, то General Stanhope, ON Dr. S------------ll's TRYAL. Here-e'er you fought, the haughty Foes were broke, The Priest more haughty, trembled when Thus Jove th' afpiring Gyants drove to HELL, By Eloquence was snatch'd from threatning Doom; Not Statues only had adorn'd your Fame, But Altars would have born your Glorious Name. Your Glories fhall the folid Brass furvive; And And the extremeft Ages shall be taught, How well for LIBERTY you Spoke and Fought. BE Upon a WOMAN of the Town. EFORE Enjoyment, Lovers cry, Of CUPID's fiery Dart they die; Yet once poffeft, the Fair complains, No Spark of all the Flame remains. The Swain that tries this lovely Dame, ค |