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

They blow those sparks, 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 less :
Smile but on me, and you shall scorn
Henceforth to be of Princes born.
I can defcribe the fhady grove,

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

Caught with her spouse's shape and name:
Thy matchlefs form will credit bring
To all the wonders I shall sing.

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

M

ADAM! new-years may well expect to find Welcome from you, to whom they are so kind; Still as they pafs, 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 rifes, does the warmer grow.

But

But thus to style you fair, your sex's praise, Gives you but myrtle, who may challenge bays; From armed foes to bring a * Royal prize, Shews your brave heart victorious as your eyes. If Judith, marching with the General's head, Can give us paffion when her story 's read; What may the living do, which brought away Though a lefs bloody, yet a nobler prey? Who from our flaming Troy, with a bold hand, Snatch'd her fair charge, the Princess, like a brand: A brand! preferv'd to warm fome Prince's heart; And make whole kingdoms take her † Brother's par So Venus, from prevailing Greeks, did fhrowd The hope of Rome, and fav'd him in a cloud. This gallant act may cancel all our rage, Begin a better, and abfolve this age.

Dark fhades become the portrait of our time;

Here weeps Misfortune, and there triumphs Crime!
Let him that draws it hide the rest in night;
This portion only may endure the light,

Where the kind Nymph, changing her faultlefs fhape
Becomes unhandsome, handsomely to scape,

When through the guards, the river, and the sea,
Faith, beauty, wit, and courage, made their way.
As the brave eagle does with forrow fee
The foreft wafted; and that lofty tree

* Henrietta Maria, youngest Daughter to K. Ch. I. + K. Charles II.

Æneas.

Which holds her neft about to be oe'rthrown,
Before the feathers of her young are grown;
She will not leave them, nor fhe cannot stay,
But bears them boldly on her wings away:
So fled the dame, and o'er the ocean bore
Her princely burthen to the Gallic shore.
Born in the storms of war, this Royal Fair,
Produc'd like lightning in tempeftuous air,
Though now she flies her native isle (less kind,
Lefs fafe for her than either fea or wind!)
Shall, when the bloffom of her beauty 's blown,
See her great Brother on the British throne:
Where peace shall smile, and no dispute arise,
But which rules moft, his fceptre, or her eyes.

то A FAIR LADY,
Playing with a Snake.

STRAN

TRANGE! that fuch horror, and such grace,
Should dwell together in one place;

A Fury's arm, an Angel's face!

'Tis innocence, and youth, which makes
In Chloris' fancy fuch mistakes,
To start at love, and play with snakes.

By this, and by her coldness, barr'd,
Her fervants have a task too hard:
The tyrant has a double guard!

Thrice happy fnake! that in her sleeve
May boldly creep; we dare not give
Our thoughts fo unconfin'd a leave.

Contented in that neft of fnow
He lies, as he his blifs did know;
And to the wood no more would go.

Take heed, fair Eve! you do not make
Another tempter of this snake:

A marble one, fo warm'd, would speak.

THE

NIGHT-PIECE,

Or, a Picture drawn in the Dark.

DARKNESS, which fairest nymphs difarms,

Defends us ill from Mira's charms:

Mira can lay her beauty by,

Take no advantage of the eye;

Quit all that Lely's art can take,
And yet a thousand captives make.

Her fpeech is grac'd with sweeter found,
Than in another's fong is found:
And all her well-plac'd words are darts,
Which need no light to reach our hearts.

As the bright ftars, and Milky Way,
Shew'd by the night, are hid by day:
So we, in that accomplish'd mind,
Help'd by the night, new graces find,

Which by the fplendor of her view,
Dazzled before, we never knew.

While we converfe with her, we mark
No want of day, nor think it dark :
Her fhining image is a light

Fixt in our hearts, and conquers night.

Like jewels to advantage fet,

Her beauty by the shade does get:

There, blushes, frowns, and cold disdain,

All that our paffion might restrain,

Is hid, and our indulgent mind
Presents the fair idea kind.

Yet, friended by the night, we dare
Only in whispers tell our care :
He that on her his bold hand lays
With Cupid's pointed arrows plays;
They with a touch (they are so keen!)
Wound us unfhot, and the unfeen.

All near approaches threaten death,
We may be fhip-wreck'd by her breath:
Love, favour'd once with that sweet gale,
Doubles his haste, and fills his fail;
Till he arrive where the must prove
The haven, or the rock, of love.

So, we th' Arabian coaft do know
At distance, when the spices blow ;
By the rich odour taught to fteer,
Though neither day nor stars appear.

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