Still as I did the leaves infpire, With fuch a purple light they fhone, And spreading so, would flame anon: If our loose breath fo much can do, When Flavia it afpires to move? B SON G. EHOLD the brand of beauty tost! See how the motion does dilate the flame! Delighted Love his fpoils does boast, And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confin'd, As lightning hurled through the air. High heaven the glory does increase The fun in figures, fuch as these, Joys with the moon to play: To To the sweet strains they advance, Which do refult from their own spheres ; Moves with the numbers which the hears. On the Discovery of a Lady's PAINTING. YGMALEO N's fate revers'd is mine: PYGM His marble love took flesh and blood; All that I worship'd as divine, That beauty! now 'tis understood, As women yet, who apprehend Some fudden caufe of caufelefs fear, So, though the beauty do appear No beauty, which amaz'd me fo; Yet from my breaft I cannot tear The paffion, which from thence did grow; Nor yet out of my fancy rafe The print of that fuppofed face. A real A real beauty, though too near, The fond Narciffus did admire: From whom he received a Silver Pen, MADAM! intending to have try'd The filver favour which you gave, In ink the shining point I dy'd, And drench'd it in the fable wave: Suppose you had deferv'd to take So ill a change; who ever won I, that expreffed her commands To mighty Lords and Princely dames, Always moft welcome to their hands; Proud that I would record their names; Muft now be taught an humble style, Some meaner beauty to beguile! So I, the wronged pen to please, And now 'tis forced to confefs, CHE TO CHLORIS. HLORIS! fince firft our calm of peace So the fair tree, which ftill preferves Her fruit and state, while no wind blows; W HILE I liften to thy voice, Chloris! I feel my life decay: That powerful noise Calls my fleeting foul away. Peace, Peace, Chloris, peace! or finging die; To heaven may go: For all we know Of what the Bleffed do above Is, that they fing, and that they love. OF LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT. N い OT caring to obferve the wind, Or the new fea explore, Snatch'd from myself, how far behind May not a thousand dangers fleep Sweetness, truth, and every grace, And read distinctly in her face.. Some other nymphs, with colours faint, |