The wounded arm would furnish all their rooms, Spare your advice; and fince you have begun, Finish your own defign; the work is done. Done nothing's done! nor the dead colours laid, And the most glorious scenes fland undisplay'd: A thousand generous actions close the rear; A thousand virtues, still behind, stand crowding to appear. The queen herself, the charming queen fhould' grace The noble piece, and in an artful place Who can omit the queen's aufpicious fmile, The pride of the fair fex, the goddess of our ifle? grace, Doubts in her heart, and pleasure in her face, As danger did approach, her fpirits role, And, putting on the king, difmay'd his foes. Now, all in joy, the gilds the cheerful court; In every glance defcending angels fport. As on the hills of Cynthus, or the meads Of cool Eurotas, when Diana leads The chorus of her nymphs, who there advance A thousand shining maids, and form the dance; The stately goddess with a graceful pride, Sweet and majestic, does the figure guide, Treading in just and easy measures round; The filver arrows on her fhoulder found; She walks above them all. Such is the fcene Of the bright circle, and the brighter queen. Thefe fubjects do, my lord, your skill command, Thefe none may touch with an unhallow'd hand: Tender the ftrokes inuft be, and nicely writ, Difguis'd encomiums must be hid in wit, Which modefty, like theirs, will e'er admit. Who made no other steps to fuch a throne, But to deferve, and to receive, the crown. WRITTEN AT ALTHROP, VANDYKE had colours, softness, fire, and art, } Why then at Althrop feem her charms to faint, VERSES, WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB, 1703. Duchefs of St. Alban's. THE line of Vere, fo long renown'd in arms, They rofe in valour, and in beauty set. Duchefs of Beaufort. Offspring of a tuneful fire, Bleft with more than mortal fire; Lady Mary Churchill. Faireft and latest of the beauteous race, Born with our liberties in William's reign, Duchefs of Richmond. Of two fair Richmonds different ages boaft, Theirs was the first, and ours the brightest toast; Th' adorers offerings prove who's most divine, They facrific'd in water, we in wine. Lady Sunderland. All Nature's charms in Sunderland appear, Bright as her eyes, and as her reafon clear: Yet ftill their force, to men not fafely known, Seems undiscover'd to herself alone. Mademoiselle Spanheime. Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France, ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF ****. COURAGE, dear Moll, and drive away despair, Mopfa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, In spite of age, experience, and decays, Sets up for charming, in her fading days; Snuffs her dim eyes to give one parting blow Have at the heart of every ogling beau! This goodly goofe, all feather'd like a jay, So gravely vain, and fo demurely gay, Last night, t' adorn the court, did overload Her bald buff forehead with a high commode 3 C Her steps were manag'd with fuch tender art, A female heart, 'twixt piety and pride: At once t' improve the finner and the faint. VERSES BY LORD HALIFAX, From Dr. Z. Grey's MSS. ALL the materials are the fame Of beauty and defire, In a fair woman's goodly frame No brightness is without a flame, No flame without a fire., Then tell me what thofe creatures are, That would be thought both chaste and fair? To her Royal Highnefs the Duchefs of York, on the memorable Victory gained by the Duke over the Hollanders, June 3. 1665, and on her Journey afterwards into the ANNUS MIRABILIS: THE YEAR OF WONDERS, M.DC.LXVI. AN HISTORICAL POEM. Dedication to the Metropolis of Great Britain, the most renowned and lately flourishing City of London, in its Representatives, the Lord Mayor and Court of Aldermen, the Sheriffs, and Common Council of it, An Account of the Enfuing Poem, in a Letter to the Honourable Sir Robert Howard, Annus Mirabilis: he Year of Wonders, Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore, ib. 163 ib. 164 On the Monument of a Fair Maiden Lady, - On the Monument of the Marquis of Win- - Epilogue to the Man of Mode, or Sir Fopling - ib. 184 ib. 185 ib. Epilogue to a Tragedy called Tamerlane, Prologue to the Royal Brothers; or, the Per- ib 187 165 188 Epigram on the Duchefs of Portsmouth's Another Epilogue, intended to have been Picture, ib. Defcription of Old Jacob Tonfon, fpoken to the Play, before it was forbid- ib. den laft Summer, 191 Epitaph upon the Earl of Rochester's being |