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When thou thefe golden bands fhall wear,
The hand that binds them foftly kifs,
With confcious joy, and own thy blifs.
Proud of his chain, who would not be
A slave, to gain her fmiles, like thee ?

THE

CHARACTER

O F THE

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH

SUCH

HOLLES *. 1712-13.

UCH early wisdom, fuch a lovely face,
Such modeft greatness, fuch attractive grace;
Wit, beauty, goodness, charity, and truth,
The riper sense of age, the bloom of youth!

*This Lady, alfo celebrated by Mr. Prior in a beautiful ode, called "Colin's Miftake," was afterwards married to Edward Earl of Oxford, and was mother of the prefent Dutchefs Dowager of Portland.

Whence

Whence is it, that in one fair piece we find
These various beauties of the female kind?.
Sure but in one such different charms agree,
And Henrietta is that phoenix-fhe.

TRUTH, HONOUR, HONESTY,

THE

MOTTO CHOSEN BY THE RIGHT HON.

THE

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES.

I

N thee, bright maid, though all the virtues shine,
With rival beams, and every grace is thine,

Yet three, diftinguifh'd by thy early voice,
Excite our praife, and well deferve thy choice.

Immortal Truth in Heaven itself displays
Her charms celeftial born, and pureft rays,
Which thence in ftreams, like golden funshine, flow,
And fhed their light on minds like yours below.

Fair Honour, next in beauty and in grace,
Shines in her turn, and claims the second place:
She fills the well-born foul with noble fires,
And generous thoughts and godlike acts inspires.

Then

Then Honefty, with native air, fucceeds,
Plain is her look, unartful are her deeds;

And, juft alike to friends and foes, the draws

The bounds of right and wrong, nor errs from equal laws.

From Heaven this fcale of virtues thus defcends
By juft degrees, and thy full choice defends.
So when, in vifionary trains, by night
Attending angels blefs'd good Jacob's fight,
The myftic ladder thus appear'd to rise,
Its foot on earth, its fummit in the fkies.

H

EAR us, O God, this joyful day !
Whole nations join their voice,

To Thee united thanks to pay,

And in thy ftrength rejoice.

II. For

II.

For led by thee, O King of Kings!
Our Sovereign George we fee;
Thy hand the Royal bleffing brings,
He comes, he reigns, by thee!

III.

Plenteous of grace, pour from above
Thy favours on his head;

Truth, Mercy, Righteousness, and Love,
As guards around him spread.

VI.

With length of days, and glory crown'd,

With wealth and fair increase,

Let him abroad be far renown'd,
Still bleft at home with peace.

A MO

SEE! how thofe dropping monuments decay!

Frail manfions of the filent dead,

Whofe fouls to uncorrupting regions fled,
With a wife fcorn their mouldering duft furvey.
Their tombs are rais'd from duft as well as they ;
For fee! to duft they both return,

And Time confumes alike the afhes and the urn.

II.

We ask the sculptor's art in vain

To make us for a space ourselves furvive;
In Parian stone we proudly breathe again,
Or feem in figur'd brafs to live.