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Such chearful modesty, such humble state,
Moves certain love; but with as doubtful fate,
As when, beyond our greedy reach, we see
Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree.
All the rich flowers through his Arcadia found,
Amaz'd we see in this one garland bound.
Had but this copy (which the artist took
From the fair picture of that noble book)
Stood at Kalander’s, the brave friends * had jarr’d;
And, rivals made, th' ensuing story marr'd.
Just nature, first instructed by his thought,
In his own house thus practis'd what he taught:
This glorious piece transcends what he could think;
So much his blood is nobler than his ink!

RA

TO VAN DYCK.
ARE Artisan, whose pencil moves

Not our delights alone, but loves !
From thy shop of beauty we
Slaves return, that enter'd free.
The heedless lover does not know
Whose eyes they are that wound him fo:
But, confounded with thy art,
Inquires her name that has his heart.
Another, who did long refrain,
Feels his old wound bleed freshı again,
With dear remembrance of that face,
Where now he reads new hope of grace :

* Pyrocles and Mufidorus,

Nor

Like Neptune, and his * fca-born Niece, shall be
The Shining glories of the land and sea :
With courage guard, and beauty warm, our age;
And lovers fill with like poetic rage.

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The world to which you fly lo falt,

Conveying day
From us to them, can pay your halte
With no such object, ncr falute your rise
With no such wonder, as De Mornay's eyes.

Well docs this

prove
The error of those antique books,

Which made you move
About the world : her charming looks
Would fix your beams, and make it ever day,
Did not the rolling earth snatch her away.

On my Lady DOROTHY SIDNEY's Picture, SCH

UCH was Philoclea, and such + Dorus' fame;

The I matchless Sidney, that immortal frame
Of perfect beauty, on two pillars plac'd ,
Not his high fancy could one pattern, grac'd
With such extremes of excellence, compole ;
Wonders so distant in one face disclose !

* Venus. + Pamela.

I Sir Philip Sidney.

Such

Such chearful modesty, such humble state,
Moves certain love; but with as doubtful fate,
As when, beyond our greedy reach, we fee
Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree.
All the rich flowers through his Arcadia found,
Amaz'd we see in this one garland bound.
Had but this copy (which the artist took
From the fair picture of that noble book)
Stood at Kalander's, the brave friends * had jarr'd;
And, rivals made, th' ensuing story marrd.
Just nature, first instructed by his thought,
In his own house thus practis'd what lie taught:
This glorious piece transcends what he could think;:
So much his blood is nobler than his ink!

R

TO VAN DYCK.
ARE Artisan, whose pencil moves

Not our delights alone, but loves !
From thy shop of beauty we
Slaves return, that enter'd free.
The heedless lover does not know
Whose eyes they are that wound him fo:
But, confounded with thy art,
Inquires her name that has his heart.
Another, who did long refrain,
Feels his old wound bleed freshi again,
With dear remembrance of that face,
Where now he reads new hope of grace :

* Pyrocles and Mufidorus,

Nor

Like Neptune, and his * fca-born Niece, shall be
The shining glories of the land and sea :
With courage guard, and beauty warm, our age;
And lovers fill with like poctic rage.

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The world to which you fly so fast,

Conveying day
From us to them, can pay your haste
With no such objcét, nor falute

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rile With no such wonder, as De Mornay's eyes.

Well does this

prove
The error of those antique books,

Which made you move
About the world : her charming looks
Would fix your beams, and make it ever day,
Did not the rolling earth snatch her away.

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On my Lady DOROTHY SIDNEY's Picture.
UCH was Philoclea, and such + Dorus' Name;

The I matchless Sidney, that immortal frame
Of perfcct beauty, on two pillars placed :
Not his high fancy could one pattern, grac'd
With such extremes of excellence, compose ;
Wonders lo distant in one face disclose !

Venus,

+ Pamela.

I Sir Philip Sidney.

Such

Such chearful modesty, such humble state,
Moves certain love; but with as doubtful fate,
As when, beyond our greedy reach, we fee
Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree.
All the rich flowers through his Arcadia found,
Amaz'd we see in this one garland bound.
Had but this copy (which the artift took
From the fair picture of that noble book)
Stood at Kalander's, the brave friends * had jarr d;
And, rivals made, th' ensuing story marrd.
Just nature, first instructed by his thought,
In his own house thus practis'd what he taught:
This glorious piece transcends what he could think;
So much his blood is nobler than his ink!

R

TO VAN DYCK.
ARE Artisan, whose pencil moves

Not our delights alone, but loves!
From thy shop of beauty we
Slaves return, that enter'd free.
The heedless lover does not know
Whose eyes they are that wound him fo:
But, confounded with thy art,
Inquires her name that has his heart.
Another, who did long refrain,
Feels his old wound bleed fresli again,
With dear remembrance of that face,
Where now he reads new hope of grace :

* Pyrocles and Musidorus,

Nor

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