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Presuming longer to refilt

To gold and title you relent,
His very name,

Love throws in vain his dart.
Discretion must disclaim
Folly and madness only would perlist.

Let glittering fools in courts be great ;

For pay, let armies move;

Beauty should have no other bait

But gentle vows, and love.



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I'll tell her the next time, said I,

If on those endless charms you lay
In vain! in vain ! for when I try,

The value that's their due,
Upon my timorous tongue the trembling accents Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
Alas! a thousand thousand fears

(die. A thousand worlds too few.
Still overawe when she appears! [in tears.
My breach is spent in lighs, my eyes are drown'd But if a passion without vice,

Without disguise or art,

Ah Myra! if true love's your price,

Behold it in my heart.



Tt e fyrens, once deluded, vainly charm'd,
Ty'd to the mast, UlyíTes sail'd unharm'd;
Had Myra's voice encic'd his listening ear,
The Greek had stopt, and would have dy'd to hear
When Myra fings, we seek th' enchanting sound,
And bless the notes that do so sweezly wound.
What music needs must dwell upon that tongue,
Whose speech is tuneful as another's song!
Such harmony! such wit! a face so fair!
So many pointed arrows who can bear?
Who from her wit, or from her beauty fliesy
If with her voice she overtakes him, dies.

Like foldiers so in battle we succeed,
One peril 'scaping, by another bleed;
In vain the dart, or gliltering (word we fhun,
Condemd'd to perish by the slaughtering gun:

Tone, tune thy lyre, begin my muse,
- What nymph, what queen, what goddess wilt thou

What praises fing? What charmer's name

Transmit immortal down to feme?
Strike, strike thy ftring, let echo take the sound,
And bear it far, to all the mountains sound;
Pindus again shall hear, again rejoice,
And Hemus too, as when th' enchantiog voice
of tunelul Orpheus charm’d the grove,
Taught oaks to dance, and made the cedars thoře.
Nor Venus, nor Diana will we name;

Myra is Venus and Diana too,
All that was seign'd of them, apply to her, is true;

Then sing, my múse, let Myra be our theme.
As when the shepherds would a garland make,
They search with care the fragrant meadows

Plucking but here and there and only take
The choicet flow'rs with which fome nymph is

Ín framing Myra fo divinely fair,
Nature has taken the fanie care;
All that is lovely, noble, good, we fee,
All, beauteous Myra, all bound up in thee.
Where Myra is, there is the queen of love,
Th’ Arcadian pastures, and th' Idalian grove.
Let Myra dance, so charming is her mien,
In every movement every grace is seen;
Let Myra fing, the notes so sweetly wound,
The fyrens would be filent at the found.
Place me on mountains of eternal snow,
Where all is ice, all winter winds that blow;
Or cast me underneath the burning line,

Where everlasting sun does shinc;
Where all is scorch'da-whatever you decrce.

Ye gods! wherever I shall be,
Myra shall still be lov'd, and still ador'd by mę.



Let meaner beauties conquer lingly still,
But haughty Myra will by thousands kill;
Through armed ranks triumphantly the drives,
And with one glance commands a thousand lives :
The trembling heroes, nor refilt, nor fly,
But at the head of all their squadrons die.


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Nature indulgent, provident and kind,
In all things that excel, some use design'd;
The radiant sun, of cvery heavenly light
The first (did Myra not dispute that right)
Sends from above ten thousand blessings down,
Nor is he fet fo high for show alone,
His beams reviving with auspicious fire,
Freely we all enjoy what all admire:
The moon and stars, those faithful guides of night,
Are plac'd to help, not enterrain the light :
Plants, fruits, and flowers the fertile fields produces
Not for vain ornament, but wholesome use;

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PO M S. Health they restore, and nourishment they give,

Phæbus laments for Hyacinthus dead, We fee with pleasure, but we taste to live. And Juno jealous, storms at Ganymed.

Then think not, Myra, that thy form was meant Return, my muse, and close that odious scene, More to create desire, than to content ;

Nor stain thy verse with images unclean; Would the just gods so many charms provide Of beauty sing, her shining progress view, Only to gratify a mortal's pride ?

From clime to clime the dazzling light pursue, Would they have form'd thee so above thy ses, Tell how the goddess spread, and how in empire Only to play the tyrant, and to vex?

grew. 'Tis impious pleasure to delight in harm,

Let others govern, or defend the state, And beauty should be kind, as well as charm. Plead at the bar, or manage a debate,

In lofty arts and sciences excel,

Or in proud domes employ their boasted kill, THE PROGRESS OF BEAUTY.

To marble, and to brass such features give,

The metal and the stone may seein to live;
Tue God of day descending from above,

Describe the stars, and planetary way,
Mixt with the sea, and got the queen of love. And trace the footsteps of eternal day :
Beauty, that fires the world, 'twas fit should rise Be this, my muse, thy pleasure and thy care,
From him alone who lights the stars and kies. A flave to beauty, to record the fair.
In Cyprus long, by men and gods obey'd,

Still wand'ring in love's sweet delicious mize, The lover's toil she gratefully repaid,

To fing the triumphs of some heavenly face, Promiscuous blessings to her slaves allign'd,

Of lovely dames, who with a smile or frowa And caught the world that beauty should be kind. Subdue the proud, the suppliant lover crown. Learn by this pattern, all ye fair, to charm, From Venus down to Myra bring thy song, Bright be your beams, but without scorching warm. To thee alone such tender casks belong.

Helen was next from Greece to Phrygia brought, From Greece to Afric beauty takes her flight, With much expence of blood and empire fought : And ripens with her near approach to light: Beauty and love the noblest cause afford,

Frown not, ye fair, to hear of swarthy dames, That can try valour, or employ the sword. With radiant eyes, that take unerring ainis; Nor men alone incited by her charms,

Beauty to no complexion is confin'd, But heaven's concern'd, and all the gods take arme. Is of all colours, and by none defin'd; The happy Trojan gloriously possest,

Jewels that shine, in gold or Glver fet, Enjoys the dame, and leaves to fatc thc reft.

As precious and as sparkling are in jet.
Your cold reflections, moralifts, forbear,

Here Cleopatra, with a liberal heart,
His title's best who best can please the fair. Bounteous of love, improv'd the joy with art,
And now the gods, in pity to the cares, ,

The firit who gave recruited llaves to know The fierce defires, distractions, and despairs That the rich pearl was of more use chan show, Of tortur'd men, while beauty was confin'd, Who with high meats, or a luxurious draught, Resolv'd to multiply the charning kind.

Kept love for ever fowing, and full fraughi.
Greece was the land where this bright race begun, Julius and Anthony, those lords of all,
And saw a thousand rivals to the fun.

Each in his turn present the conquer'd ball; Hence follow'd arts, while each employ'd his care Those dreadful eagles that had fac'd the light in new productions to delight the fair

From pole to pole, fall dazzled at her light: To bright Aspasia Socrates retir'd,

Nor was her deach less glorious than her life, His wisdom grew but as his love inspir'd;

A constant mistress, and a faithful wife; Those rocks and oaks which such emotious felt, Her dying truth some generous tears would cost, Were cruel maids whom Orpheus taught to melt; Had not her fate li inspir'd the world well lost; Music, and songs, and every way to move

With secret pride the ravish'd muses view The ravish'd heart, were seeds and plants of love. The image of that death which Dryden drew. The gods, entic'd hy so divine a birth,

Pleas'd in such happy clinates, wariu and brighi, Descend from heaven to this new heaven on earth; Love for some ages reveld with delight; Thy wit, o Mercury's no desence from love; The partial moors ia gallantry rcfinid, Nor Mars, thy target; nor thy thunder, Jove. Invent new arts to make their charmers kind; The mad immortals in a thousand shapes,

Sce in the lists, by golden barriers bound, Range the wide globe; some yield, fonie suffer In warlike ranks they wait the the trumpet's rapes,

found Invaded, or deceiv'd, not one escapes.

Some love-device is wrought on every sword, The wife, though a bright goddess, thus gives And every ribbon bears some mystic word. place

As when we see the winged winds engage, To mortal concubines of fresh embrace;

Mounted on courfers, foaming flame and rage, By such examples were we taught to see

Rustling from every quarter of the sky, The life and foul of love, is sweet variety.

North, east, and west, in airy swiftness vic; In those first times, ere charnsing womankind One cloud repuls'd, new combatants prepare Reform'd their pleasures, polishing the mind, To meet as fierce, and form a thundering war: Rude were their revels, and obscene cheir joys,

| All fur Love; 0", The World well Lon; written hier The broils of drunkards, and the Inft of boys; Dryden.

Vor. VII,

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So when the trumpet founding, gives the sign, As eager flames with opposition pent,
The justling chiefs in rùde rencounter join, Break out impecuous when they find a vent;
So meet, and so renew the dextrous fight,

As a fierce torrent bounded on his race,
Each fair beholder trembling for her knight; Forcing his way, rolls with redoubled pacc :
Still as one falls, another rushes in,

From the loud palace to the silent grove,
And all must be o'ercome, or none can win. All, by the King's example, live and love;
The victor, from the shining dame, whose eyes The muses with diviner voices ling;
Aided his conqu’ring arm, receives a precious prize. And all rejoice to please the godlike King.

Thus flourish'd love, and beauty reign'd in state, Then Waller in immortal verse proclaims
Till the proud Spaniard gave these glories date : The shining court, and all the glittering dames;
Past is the gallantry, the fame remains,

Thy beauty, Sidney *, like Achilles' sword,
Transmitted safe in Dryden's lofty scenes;

Refiftless, stands upon as sure record ;
Granada * loft, beheld her pomps restor’d,

The fiercest hero, and the brightest dame,
And Alnahidet, once more by kings ador'd. Both sung alike, shall have their fate the same.
Love driven thence, to colder Britain flies,

And now, my muse, a nobler flighc prepare, And with bright nymphis the distant sun sup- | And sing so loud that heaven and earth may bear. plies;

Behold from Italy an awful ray
Romances which relate the dreadful fights,

Of heavenly light illuminates the day,
The loves and prowess of advent'rous knights; Northward she bends, majestically bright,
To animate their rage, a kiss record

And here she fixes her imperial light.
From Britain's fairelt nynıph was the reward; Be bold, be bold, my muse, nor fear to raise
Thus ancient co love's empire was the claim Thy voice to her who was thy earliest praise;
Of British beauty, and so wide the fame,

What though the fullen fates refuse to shine,
Which, like our flag upon the sees, gives law Or frown severe on thy audacious line,
By right avow'd, and keeps the world in awe. Keep thy brighe theme within thy steady sight,

Our gallant kings, of whom large annals prove The clouds shall fiy before the dazzling light,
The mighty deeds, stand as renown'd for love: And everlasting day direct thy lofty flight.
A monarch's right o'er beauty they may claini,

Thou who has never yet put on disguise
Lords of that ocean from whence beauty came.

To flatter faction, or descend to vice;
Thy Rosamond, great Henry, on the stage,

Let no vain fear thy generous ardor tame,
By a late muse presented in our age,

But stand ercet, and found as loud as fame.
With aking hearts, and flowing eyes we view, As when our eyes some prospect would pursue,
While that diffenibled death presents the true. Descending from a hill, looks round to view,
In Bracegirdles the perfons so agree,

Paffes o'er lawns and meadows till it gains
That all seems real che fpectators fee.

Si me favourite spot, and fixing there, remains :
Of Scots and Gauls defeated, and their lings, With equal rapturc my transported muse
Thy captives, Edward, fame for ever sings; Flies other objects, this bright theme to choose.
Like thy high deeds, thy noble loves are prais'd, Queen of our hearis, and charmer of our light,
Who haft to love the noblest trophy rais'd : A monarch's pride, his glory and delight,
Thy statues, Venus, though by Phidias's hand, Princess acor'd and lov'd! If verse can give
Design'd inimortal, yet no longer stand;

A deathless name, thine shall for ever live;
The magic of thy shining zone is past,

Invok'd where e'er the British lion roars,
But Salisbury's garter shall for ever last,

Extended as the seas that gird the Yritish Mores.
Which through the world by living monarchs wora, The wife immortals in their seats above,
Adds grace to fceptres, and does crowns adorn. To crown their labours, still appointed luve;

If such their fame who gave these rights divine Pliæbus cnjoy'd the goddess of the sea,
To facred love, O! what dishonour's thine,

Alcides had Omphale, James has Thee.
Forgetful Queen, who fever'd that bright || head O happy James! content thy mighty mind,
Which charm'd two mighty monarchs to her bed? Grudge not the world, for still thy Queen is kind
Hadit thou been born a man, thou hadît not err'd,

To lie but at whole feet more glory brings
'Thy fame had liv'd, and beauty been preferr'd; Than 'tis to tread on sceptres, and on kings :
But 0! what mighty magic can assuage

Secure of empire in that beauteous breast,
A woman's envy, and a bigot's rage?

Who would not give their crowns to be so blest?
Love tir'd ac length, love, that delights to smile, Was Helen half lo fair, fo form’d for joy,
Flying from scenes of horror , quits our isle, Well chose the Trojan, and well burnt was Troy.
With Charles, the Cupids and che Gruces gone, But ah! what strange vicifficudes of face,
In exile live, for love and Charles were one;

What chance attends on every worldly state? With Charles he wanders, and for Charles he As when the skies were fack'd, the conquer'd gods mourns,

Compellid from heaven, forlook their bleft abodes; But O! how fierce the joy when Charles recurns! Wandering in woods, they hid from den to den,

And fough their safety in the shapes of mien, * The Conqueft of Granada ; written by Dryden.

As when the winds with kindling flames conspire,
+ The part of Almahide, performed by Mrs. Elcanor
Gwyn, Mistress to King Charles II.

The blaze increases, as they fan the fire;
A famous actrels.
11 Mary Queen of Scots, beheaded by Queen Elizabeth, * The Lady Dorothy Sidney, celebrated by Taller under
The Rebellion; and death of King Charles 1.

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from roof to roof the burning torrent pours, With charms so numerous Myra does fuprise,
Nor spares the palace, nor the loftieft towers : The lover knows not by which dart he dies;
Or, as the Itarely pine, erecting high

So thick the volley, and the wouod so sure,
Her lofty branches, shooting to the sky,

No fight can save, no remedy can cure. If riven by the thunderbolt of Jove,

Yet * dawning in her infancy of light,
Down falls at once the pride of all the grove, O see! another Brudepel heavenly bright,
Level with lowest shrubs lies the tall head

Born to fulfil the glories of her line,
That rear'd aloft, as to the clouds was spread. And fix love's empire in that race divine.

Fain would my muse to Cecilt bend her fight, But cease, my muse, thy colours are coo faint, But curns astonish'd from the dazzling light, Hide with a veil those griefs which nope can Nor dares attempt to climb the feepy flight. paint;

O Kneller! like thy pidures were my soog, This sun is set. But fee in bright array

Clear like chy paint, and like tky pencil strong; What hofts of heavenly light recruit the day. These matchless beauties should recorded be. Love, in a thining galaxy, appears

Immortal in my verse, as in thy gallery S.
Triumphant still, and Grafton leads the hars.
Ten thousand loves, ten thousand several ways
Invade adoring crowds, who die to gaze;
Her eyes refiftless as the fyrens voice,

So sweet's the charm, we make our fate our choice.
Who most referibles her let dert be nam'd,

Infifting earnefly to be told who I meant by Myra. Villiers * for wisdom and deep judgment fam'd, Witu Myra's charms, and my extreme despair, Of a high race, victorious beauty brings

Long had my muse amaz'd the reader's ear. To grace our courts, and captivate our kings. My friends, with pity, heard the mournful sound,

With what delight my muse to Sandwich flies ! And all inquir'd from whence the fatal wound; Whose wit is piercing as her sparkling eyes : Th' astonish'd world beheld an endless fame, Ah! how she mounts, and spreads her airy wings, Ne'er to be quench'd, unknowing whence it cane : And tunes her voice, when the of Ormond lings! So scatter'd fire from scorch'd Vesuvius flies, Of radiant Ormond, only fit co bę

Unknown the source from whence those flames The successor of beauteous Ossory.

arise : Richmond's a title, that but nam'd, implies Ægyptian Nile fo.spreads its waters round, Majestic graces, aná eyes :

O'erflowing far and near, its head unfound. Fair Villiers first, then haughty Stuart came,

Myra herself, touch'd with the moving song, And Brudenel now no less adorns the pame. Would needs be told to whom those plaiots beDorset already is immortal made

long; In Prior's verse, nor needs a second aid.

My timorous corigue not daring to confess,
By Bentinck and fair Rutenberg we find, Trembling to name, would fain have had her guessz
That beauty to no climate is copfin'd.

Impatient of excuft, the urges still,
Rupert of royal blood, with modest grace, Perfits in her demand, she must, the will;
Blushes to hear the triumphs of her face.

If filent, I am threaten'd with her hate;
Not Helen wich St. Alban's might compare : If I obey Ah! what may be my fate?
Nor let the muse omit Scroop, Holais, and Uncertain to conceal, or to unfold,

She smiles--the goddess smiles and I grow bold. Hyde, Venus is; the graces are Kildare,

My vows to Myra, all were meant to thee, Soft and delicious as a southern Iky,

The praise, the love, the matchless constancy. Are Dashwood's smiles; when Darnley + frowns 'Twas thus of old, when all th' inimortal dames

W'ere grac'd by poets, each with several yames; Careless S, but yet fecure of conquest still,

For Venus, Cyiherea was invok'd ; Lu'scn unaiming, never fails to kill;

Altars for Pallas, to Tritonia Smok'd. Guildless of pride to captivate, or thine,

Such names were theirs; and thou the most divine, Bright without art, the wounds without deligo : Moft lov'd of heav'nly beauties~Myra's thine. But Wyndham like a tyrant throws the dart, And takes a cruel pleasure in the smart, Proud of the ravage that her beauties make,

Delights in wounds, and kills for killing fake;

So calm, and fo ferene, but now,
Asserting the dominion of her eyes,
As heroes fight for glory, not for prize.

What means this change on Myra's brow?
The skilful muse's earliest care has been

Her anguisti love now glows and burns

Then chills and shakes, and the cold fit returns. The praise of never-fading Mazarine ; The poet || and his theme, in spite of time,

Mock'd with deluding looks and (miles, For ever young, enjoy an endless prime.

When on her pity I deperd, * Counters of Orkney.

* Lady Molyneux. Lady Catharine Darnley, Duchess of Buckingham. + Lady Ranelagh. Lady Gower.

The Gallery of Beauties in Hampton-Court, drawo dy U Monlieur Sc. Evremo85.

Sir Godfrey knellen

we die.

My airy hope she soon beguiles,

In courts and cities, could you fee And laughs to see my torments dever end.

How well the wanton fools agree; So up the steepy hill, with pain,

Were all the curtains drawn, you'd find The weighty stone is roli'd in vain,

Not one, perhaps, but who is kind. Which baving touch'd the top, recoils,

Minerva, naked from above,
And leaves the lab'rer to renew his toils.

With Venus and the wise of Jove,
Exposing ev'ry beauty bare,
Descending to the Trojan heir;

Yet this was the whom poets name

Goddess of chastity and fame.
Lost in a labyrinth of doubts and joys,

Penelope, her lord away,
Whom now her smiles reviv'd, her score destroys : Gave am'rous audiences all day;
She will, and she will not, she grants, denies, Now round the bowl the suitors sit,
Confents, retracts, advances, and then flies, With wine, provoking mirth and wit,
Approving, and rejeding in a breath,

Then down they take the stubborn bow,
Now proff'ring mercy, now presenting death. Their strength, it seems, she needs biust know,
Thus hoping, thus despairing, never sure,

Thus twenty cheerful winters past, How various are the torments I endure!

She's yet immortaliz'd for chaste. Cruel estate of doubt! Ah, Myra, try

Smile Myra, then, reward my flante,
Once to resolve-or let me live, or die.

And be as much fecure of fame;
By all those matchless beauties fir'd,

By my own matchless love inspir’d;

So will I sing, such wonders.write,

That when th' astonish'd world shall cite THOUGHTFUL nights, and restless waking,

A nymph of spotless worth and fame, Oh, the pains that we endure !

Myra shall be th' immortal name. Broken faith, unkind forsaking,

Ever doubting, never sure.
Hopes deceiving, vain endeavours,

What a race has love to run!
False protesting, flecting favours,

FORSAKEN of my kindly stars,
Ev'ry, ev'ry way undene.

Within this melancholy grove Still complaining, and defending,

I waste my days and nights in tears, Both to love, yet not agree;

A victim to ingrateful love. Fears tormenting, passion rending,

The happy still untimely end, Oh! the pangs of jealousy:

Deach Aies from grief, or why should ? From such painful ways of living,

So many hours in forrow spend, Ah: how sweet could love be free!

Wishing, alas! in vain to die? Still presenting, still receiving,

Ye powers, take pity of my pain,
Fierce, iminortal ecstasy.

This, only this is my desire;
Ah! take from Myra her disdain,

Or let me with this figh expire.
W47 should a heart so render, break?
O Myra' give its anguish ease;

The use of beaucy you mistake,
Not meant to vex, but please.

When wilt thou break, my stubborn heart?

O death! how flow to take my part ! Those lips for smiling were delign'd;

Whatever I pursue, denies,
That borom in be prest ;

Death, death itself, like Myra, flies.
Your eyes to languish, and look kind;
For amorous arıns, your

Love and despair, like twins, poffeft
bus arıns, your waist.

At the same fatal birth mỳ breast; Each thing has its appointed right,

No hope could be, her scorn was all
Establish'd by the pow'rs above,

That to my destin'd lot could fall.
The fun to give us warmth, and light,
Myra to kindle love.

I thought, alas! that love could dwell
But in warm climes, where no snow fell;

Like plants, that kindly heat require,

To be maintain'd by constant fire.
SINCE truth and constancy are vain,

That without hope, 'twould die as soon, Since neither love nor sense o fpain,

A little hope--but I have none : Nor force of reason can persuade,

On air the poor camelions thrive, Then let example be obcy'd.

Deny'd e'en that, ny love can live.

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