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Great JULI U S, on the mountains bred,
A flock perhaps, or herd, had led :
* He, that the world subdu'd, had been
But the best wrestler on the green.
'Tis art, and knowledge, which draw forth
The hidden seeds of native worth:
They blow thofe fparks, and make them rise
Into such flames as touch the skies.
To the old Heroes hence was giv'n
A pedigree, which reach'd to heav'n :
Of mortal feed they were not held,
Which other mortals fo excell'd.
And beauty too, in such excess
As yours, ZELINDA! claims no less :
Smile but on me, and you shall fcorn
Henceforth to be of Princes born.
I can describe the shady grove,
Where your lov'd mother slept with JOVE;
And yet excuse the faultless dame,
Caught with her spouse's shape, and name:
Thy matchless form will credit bring
To all the wonders I shall sing.

To my Lady MORTON on NEW-YEAR S

DAY, at the LOUVRE in PARIS.

M :

ADAM! new-years may well expect to find

Welcome from you, to whom they are so kind : Still as they pass, they court, and smile on you ; And make your beauty, as themselves, seem new.

* Alexander.

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To the fair VILLARS We DALK EITH prefer ;
And faireft MORTON now as much to her:
So like the sun's advance your titles show,
Which, as he rises, does the warmer grow.

But thus to style you fair, your fex's praise,
Gives you but myrtle, who may challenge bays:
From armed foes to bring a * Royal prize,
Shews

your

brave heart victorious, as your eyes. If JUDITH, marching with the General's head, Can give us passion when her story's read; What may the living do, which brought away Tho' a less bloody, yet a nobler prey? Who from our flaming Troy, with a bold hand; Snatch'd her fair charge, the Princess, like a brand : A brand! preserv'd to warm fome Prince's heart; And make whole kingdoms take her + Brother's part. So VENU s, from prevailing GREEK S, did shrowd The I hope of Rome, and fav'd him in a cloud.

This gallant act may cancel all our rage, Begin a better, and absolve this age. Dark Mades become the portrait of our time; Here weeps misfortune, and there triumphs crime! Let him that draws it hide the rest in night: This portion only may indure the light, Where the kind Nymph, changing her faultless shape, Becomes unhandsome, handsomly to scape, When thro' the guards, the river, and the sea, Faith, beauty, wit, and courage, made their way. As the brave eagle does with forrow fee The forest wasted ; and that lofty tree

Which * Henrietta Maria, youngest Daughter to K. Charles I. + K. Charles II. I Æneas.

Which holds her nest about to be o'erthrown,
Before the feathers of her young are grown;
She will not leave them, nor she cannot stay,
But bears them boldly on her wings away:
So fled the dame, and o'er the ocean bore
Her Princely burthen to the Gallic shore.
Born in the storms of war, this Royal Fair,
Produc'd like lightning in tempestuous air,
Tho' now she flies her native ille, (less kind,
Less safe for her, than either sea, or wind!)
Shall, when the bloffom of her beauty's blown,
See her great Brother on the British throne :
Where peace shall smile, and no dispute arise,
But which rules most, his fceptre, or her eyes.

To a Fair Lady playing with a Snake.

STHAN

Trange! that fuch horror, and such grace,

Should dwell together in one place; A Fury's arm, an Angel's face!

'Tis innocence, and youth, which makes
In CH LORIS' fancy such mistakes,
To start at love, and play with snakes.

By this, and by her coldness, barr'd,
Her servants have a task too hard:
The tyrant has a double guard !

Thrice happy snake! that in her sleeve
May boldly creep; we dare not give
Our thoughts so unconfin'd a leave.

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Contented in that nest of snow
He lies, as he his bliss did know;
And to the wood no more would go.

Take heed, fair Eve! you do not make
Another tempter of this snake:
A marble one fo warm'd would speak.

The NIGHT-PIECE, or a Picture drawn

in the Dark.

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ARKNESS, which fairest nymphs difarms,

Defends us ill from MIRA's charms :
MIR A can lay her beauty by,
Take no advantage of the eye ;
Quit all that L E Ly's art can take,
And yet a thousand captives make.

Her speech is grac'd with sweeter sound,
Than in another's song is found :
And all her well-plac'd words are darts,
Which need no light to reach our hearts.

As the bright stars, and Milky Way,
Shew'd by the night, are hid by day:
So we, in that accomplish'd mind,
Help'd by the night, new graces find,
Which, by the splendor of her view
Dazled before, we never knew.

While we converse with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark:

Her

Her shining image is a light
Fix'd in our hearts, and conquers night.

Like jewels to advantage fet,
Her beauty by the shade does get:
There, blushes, frowns, and cold disdain,
All that our passion might restrain,
Is hid, and our indulgent mind
Presents the fair idea kind.

Yet, friended by the night, we dare
Only in whispers tell our care:
He that on her his bold hand lays
With CUPID's pointed arrows plays;
They with a touch, (they are so keen!)
Wound us un hot, and she unseen.

All near approaches threaten death,
We may be ship-wreck'd by her breath :
Love, favorid once with that sweet gale,
Doubles his hafte, and fills his fail ;
'Till he arrive where she must prove
The haven, or the rock, of love.

So, we th’ ARABIAN coaft do' know
At distance, when the spices blow;
By the rich odor taught to steer,
Tho' neither day, nor stars appear.

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