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In these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces shine,
15 And the gay mourn'd, who never mourn'd before;
Ver. 13. As smiling Infants, &c.] There is a beautiful passage of this sort in Temple's Essays :-“After all, life is like a froward child, that must be trifled with, and played with, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over."
The truest hearts for Voiture heav'd with sighs,
Let the strict life of graver mortals be
25 And more diverting still than regular, Have humour, wit, a native ease and grace, , Tho' not too strictly bound to time and place; Critics in Wit, or Life, are hard to please, Few write to those, and none can live to these. 30
Too much your Sex is by their forms confind, Severe to all, but most to Womankind; Custom, grown blind with age, must be your guide ; Your pleasure is a vice, but not your pride; By Nature yielding, stubborn but for fame; 35 Made Slaves by honour, and made Fools by shame. Marriage may all those petty Tyrants chase, But sets up one, á greater in their place :
Ver. 19. The Smites] Alluding to an elegant epitaph on Voiture :
“Etruscæ Veneres, Camænæ Iberæ,
Hermes Gallicus, et Latina Siren ;
Well might you wish for change by those accurst,
The Gods, to curse Pamela with her pray’rs,
But, Madam, if the fates withstand, and you
Thus Voiture's early care still shone the same, And Monthausier was only chang'd in name : 70 By this, ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their Wit still sparkling, and their flames still warm.
Now crown'd with Myrtle, on th’ Elysian coast, Amid those Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost : Pleas’d, while with smiles his happy lines you view, And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you. The brightest eyes of France inspir’d his Muse; The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse; And dead, as living, 'tis our Author's pride Still to charm those who charm the world beside.
Ver. 69. Thus Voiture's early care] Mademoiselle Paulet. P.
MRS. TERESA BLOUNT,
ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN AFTER THE CORONATION,
As some fond Virgin, whom her mother's care
She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks, Old-fashion'd halls, dull Aunts, and croaking rooks: She went from Op'ra, Park, Assembly, Play, To morning-walks, and pray’rs three hours a day; To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, 15 To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon: Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire, Hum half a tune, tell stories to the squire; 20
Coronation] Of King George the first, 1715.
P. Ver. 7. Zephalinda] The assumed name of Teresa Blount, under which she corresponded for many years with a Mr. More, under the feigned name of Alexis.