And hafte thy beauties to disclose, But thou, fair nymph, thyfelf furvey Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail: Time must indent that heavenly brow, This moral to the fair difclofe, Queen of fragrance, lovely Rofe. BELINDA AT THE BATH. HILE in thefe fountains bright Belinda laves, WHILE She adds new virtues to the healing waves: No more let Tagus boaft, whose beds unfold No No more the * Po! whofe wandering waters ftray, L OVE is a noble rich repast, But feldom fhould the lover tafte; To move the nymph, he tears beftows, Thus Ammon's fon with fierce delight The thoughts of conqueft charm'd his eyes, Love, like a profpect, with delight -Eridanum cernes in parte locatum cœli.” Tull. in Arateis. "Gurgite fidereo fubterluit Oriona." Claud. Ye Ye fair that would victorious prove, Seem but half kind, when most you Had Danaë the young, the fair, love: Free from the guards and brazen tower, To the Honourable MRS. ELIZABETH TOWNSHEND, Afterwards Lady CORNWALLIS, ON HER PICTURE, AT RAINHAM. A περιέσσι γυναικῶν Εἶδός τ ̓ ἰδὲ φρένας. Odyssey, Lib. 18. H! cruel hand, that could fuch power employ To teach the pictur'd beauty to destroy! Think then, O fairest of the fairer race, What fatal beauties arm thy heavenly face, Whofe very fhadow can fuch flames infpire; We fee 'tis paint, and yet we feel 'tis fire. See! See! with falfe life the lovely image glows, And every wondrous grace transplanted shows; Fatally fair the new creation reigns, Charms in her fhape, and multiplies our pains: Hence the fond youth, that eafe by abfence found, Views the dear form, and bleeds at every wound; Thus the bright Venus, though to heaven fhe foar'd, Reign'd in her image, by the world ador'd. Oh! wondrous power of mingled light and fhades! Rare art! on whofe command all nature waits! Here crown'd with mountains earth expanded lies, Or fancy'd beafts in imitated groves: Ev'n heaven it climbs; and from the forming hands An angel here, and there a *Townshend stands. Yet, painter, yet, though art with nature strive, Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive, Submit thy vanquish'd art! and own the draught, Though fair, defective, and a beauteous fault: *Now Lady Cornwallis. VOL. XLIV. Charms, Charms, fuch as hers, inimitably great, He only can exprefs, that can create. Thus in the limpid fountain we defcry ΤΟ MR. PO PE, ON HIS WORK S. 1726. ET vulgar fouls triumphal arches raise, And speaking marble, to record their praife; When |