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Here nature all her sweets profusely pours,
And paints th' enamellid ground with various flow'rs ;
Deep in the gloomy glade a grotto bends,
Wide through the craggy rock an arch extends,
The rugged stone is cloath'd with mantling vines,
And round the cave the creeping woodbine twines,
Here busy Cupids, with pernicious art,
Form the stiff bow, and forge the fatal dart;
All share the toil; while some the bellows ply,
Others with feathers teach the shafts to fly:
Some with joint force whirl round the ftony wheel,
Where streams the sparkling fire from temper'd steel
Some point their arrows with the nicest skill,
And with the warlike store their quivers fill.
A different toil another forge employs ;
Here the loud hammer fashions female toys,
Hence is the fair with ornament supply'd,
Hence sprung the glitt'ring implements of pride ;
Each trinket that adorns the modern dame,
First to these little artists ow'd its frame.
Here an unfinish'd di’mond crosslet lay,
To which soft lovers adoration pay;
There was the polith'd crystal bottle seen,
That with quick scents revives the modish spleen:
Here the yet rude unjointed snuff-box lies,
Which serves the rally'd fop for smart replies ;
There piles of paper role in gilded reams,
'The future records of the lover's flames;
Here clouded canes 'midst heaps of toys are found,
And inlaid tweezer-cases ftrow the ground.
There stands the toilette, nursery of charms,
Completely furnish'd with bright beauty's arms;
The patch, the powder-box, pulville, perfumes,
Pins, paint, a flatt'ring glass, and black lead combs.
The toilsome hours in diff'rent labour slide,
Some work the file, and some the graver guide ;
From the loud anvil the quick blow rebounds,
And their rais'd arms descend in tuneful sounds.
Thus when Semiramis, in ancient days,
Bid Babylon her mighty bulwarks raise;
A swarm of lab’rers diff'rent tasks attend :
Here pullies make the pond'rous oak ascend.
With echoing strokes the cragged quarry groans,
While there the chissel forms the shapeless_stones;
The weighty mallet deals resounding blows,
'Till the proud battlement her tow’rs enclose.
Now Venus mounts her car, she shakes the reins,
And steers her turtles to Cythera's plains ;
Strait to the grot with graceful step she goes,
Her loose ambrosial hair behind her Aows :
The swelling bellows heave for breath no more,
All drop their silent hammers on the floor ;
In deep suspence the mighty labour stands,
While thus the goddess spoke her mild commands.
Industrious loves, your present toils forbear,
A more important talk demands your care ;
Long has the scheme employ'd my thoughtful mind,
By judgment ripen'd, and by time refin’d.
That glorious bird, have ye not often feen,
Who draws the car of the celestial queen ?
Have ye not oft survey'd his varying dyes,
His tail all gilded o'er with Argus' eyes ?
Have ye not seen him in the funny day
Unfurl his plumes, and all his pride display,
Then suddenly contract his dazzling train,
And with long-trailing feathers sweep the plain?
Learn from this hint, let this instruct your art :
Thin taper sticks must from one center part :
Let these into the quadrant's form divide,
The spreading ribs with snowy paper hide ;
Here shall the pencil bid its colours flow,
And make a miniature creation grow.
Let the machine in equal foldings close,
And now its plaited surface wide dispose.
So shall the fair her idle hand employ,
And grace each motion with the restless toy,
With various play bid grateful zephyrs rise,
While. love in ev'ry grateful zephyr flies.
The master Cupid traces out the lines,
And with judicious hand the draught defigns ;
Th' expecting loves with joy the model view,
And the joint labour eagerly pursue.
Some flir their arrows with the nicest art,
And into sticks convert the shiver'd dart;
SING that graceful toy, whose waving play
With gentle gales relieves the sultry day,
Not the wide fan by Persian dames display'd,
Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful fhade;
Nor that long known in China's artful land,
Which, while it cools the face, fatigues the hand :
Nor shall the muse in Asian climates rove,
To seek in Indoitan some spicy grove,
Where stretch'd at ease the panting lady lies,
To shun the fervor of meridian skies,
While sweating flaves catch ev'ry breeze of air,
And with wide-spreading fans refresh the fair ;
No busy gnats her pleasing dreams molest,
Inflame her cheek, or ravage o'er her breast.
But artificial zephyrs round her fly,
And mitigate the fever of the sky.
Stay, wand'ring muse, nor rove in foreign climes,
To thy own native shore confine thy rhymes.
Aflift, ye nine, your loftieft notes employ,
Say what celestial skill contriv'd the toy ;
Say how this inftrument of love began,
And in immortal ftrains display the fan.
Strephon had long confess’d his am'rous pain,
Which gay Corinna rally'd with disdain :
Sometimes in broken words he figh'd his care,
Look'd pale, and trembled when he view'd the fair ;
With bolder freedoms now the youth advanc'd,
He dress'd, he laugh'd, he sung, he rhym'd, he danc'd:
Now call'd more pow'rful presents to his aid,
And, to seduce the mistress, brib'd the maid;
Smooth flatt'ry in her softer hours apply'd,
The surest charm to bind the force of pride :
But still unmov'd remains the scornful dame,
Insults ker captive, and derides his flame.
When Strephon saw his vows dispers’d in air,
He sought in solitude to lose his care ;
Relief in solitude he sought in vain,
It servid, like music, but to feed his pain.
To Venus now the slighted boy complains,
And calls the goddess in these tender strains.
O potent queen, from Neptune's empire sprung,
Whose glorious birth admiring Nereids fung,
Who 'midst the fragrant plains of Cyprus rove,
Whose radiant presence gilds the Paphian grove,
Where to thy name a thousand altars rise,
And curling clouds of incense hide the skies :
O beauteous Goddess, teach me how to move,
Inspire my tongue with eloquence of love.
If loft Adonis e'er thy bosom warm’d,
If e'er his eyes, or godlike figure charm’d,
Think on those hours when first you felt the dart,
Think on the restless fever of thy heart;