Inferior Cupids on their mafter wait; 5 He fmiles well-pleas'd, and waves his wings in ftate. Around the ring th' illuftrious rivals move, 20 25 30 And Venus from his forehead took the blinding cloth away. Here Mira pafs'd, and fix'd his wondering view, Her perfect shape diftinguish'd praises drew; 35 There There Stella claims the wreath, and pleads her eyes, By which each day fome new adorer dies. Serena, by good-humour doubly fair, With native sweetness charms, and fmiling air. 40 The bloom of ripening fruits, the innocence of May, The opening fweets that months of pleasure bring, The dawn of Love, and life's indulgent fpring. "Twere endless to defcribe the various darts, With which the fair are arm'd to conquer hearts. Whatever can the ravish'd foul infpire With tender thoughts, and animate defire, 50 While Cupid unrefolv'd still search'd around the plain. O! could I find, faid Love, the phoenix fhe, 45 55 He fcarce had fpoke, when fee-Harmonia came ! Chance brought her there, and not defire of fame, Unknowing of the choice, till fhe beheld The god approach to crown her in the field. Th' unwilling maid, with wondrous modesty, Difclaim'd her right, and put the laurel by: Warm blushes on her tender cheeks arise, And double foftnefs beautify'd her eyes. At this, more charm'd, the rather 1 bestow, Said Love, these honours you in vain forego; 60 65 Take Take then the wreath, which you, victorious fair, TO A BEAUTIFUL LADY, PLAYING ON THE ORGAN. HEN fam'd Cæcilia on the Organ play'd, WH And fill'd with moving founds, the tuneful. Drawn by the charm, to hear the facred maid, In vain for were the bold tradition true, O happy fair! in whom with pureft light 5. Virtue's united beams with Beauty's shine! Should heavenly guests descend to bless our fight, What form more lovely could they wear than thine? SONNE E mourrai de trop de plaifir T.. Je mourrai de trop de defir Ainfi je ne fçaurois guerir De la douleur qui me poffede; Je fuis afluré de perir Par le mal, ou par le remede. In English. IDIE with too tranfporting joy, If the I love rewards my fire; If she's inexorably coy, With too much paffion I expire. No way the fates afford to fhun то PAINTER. A PA PAINTER, if thou canft safely gaze On all the wonders of that face; If thou haft charms to guard a heart O! teach the mighty charm, that we 5 Canft Canft thou Love's brighteft lightning draw, Whom crouds with awful rapture view; So when of old great Ammon's fon, Their dreaded victor drawn by thee; "To others thou may'ft life impart,» « But I'll immortalize thý art!” 10 15 20 25 ૩૦ то |