And ftandards with distinguish'd honours bright,
Marks of high power and national command,
Which Valois' fons, and Bourbon's bore in fight,
Or gave
to Foix', or Montmorancy's hand :
Great spoils, which Gallia must to Britain yield,
From Creffy's battle fav'd, to grace Ramilia's field.
XXXIV.
And, as fine art the spaces may dispose,
The knowing thought and curious eye fhall fee
Thy emblem, gracious Queen, the British rofe,
Type of fweet rule and gentle majefty:
The northern thistle, whom no hostile hand
Unhurt too rudely may provoke, I ween;
Hibernia's harp, device of her command,
And parent of her mirth, fhall there be seen :
Thy vanquish'd lilies, France, decay'd and torn,
Shall with disorder'd pomp the lasting work adorn.
XXXV.
Beneath, great Queen, oh! very far beneath,
Near to the ground, and on the humble base,
To fave herself from darkness and from death,
That Mufe defires the laft, the lowest place;
Who, though unmeet, yet touch'd the trembling ftring,
For the fair fame of Anne and Albion's land,
Who durft of war and martial fury fing;
And when thy will, and when thy fubject's hand,
Had quell'd those wars, and bid that fury ceafe;
Hangs up her grateful harp to conqueft, and to peace.
RIGHT
S Nancy at her toilet fat,
Admiring this, and blaming that;
Tell me, the faid; but tell me true;
The Nymph who could your heart fubdue,
What fort of charms does the poffefs?..
Abfolve me, fair-one: I'll confefs;
With pleasure I reply'd. Her hair,
In ringlets rather dark than fair,
Does down her ivory bofom roll,
And, hiding half, adorns the whole.
In her high forehead's fair half round
Love fits in open triumph crown'd:
He in the dimple of her chin,
In private ftate, by friends is feen.
Her eyes are neither black nor gray;
Nor fierce nor feeble is their ray;
Their dubious luftre feems to show
Something that speaks nor Yes, nor No.
Her lips no living bard I weet,
May say, how red, how round, how fweet
Old Homer only could indite
Their vagrant grace and foft delight:
They ftand recorded in his book,
When Helen fmil'd, and Hebe spoke-
The gipfey, turning to her glafs,
Too plainly fhew'd, she knew the face ;
And which am I moft like, fhe faid,
Your Cloe, or your Nut-brown Maid?
Set by Monfieur GALLIARD.
BENEATH a verdant laurel's ample shade,
His lyre to mournful numbers ftrung,
Horace, immortal bard, fupinely laid,
To Venus thus addrefs'd the fong:
Ten thousand little Loves around,
Listening, dwelt on every found.
Yet, Venus, why do I each morn prepare
The fragrant wreath for Cloe's hair?
Why do I all day lament and figh,
Unless the beauteous maid be nigh?
And why all night pursue her in my dreams,
Through flowery meads and crystal streams?
Thus fung the Bard; and thus the Goddess spoke =
Submiffive bow to Love's imperious yoke:
Every state, and every age,
Shall own my rule, and fear my rage:
Compell❜d by me, thy Mufe fhall
That all the world was born to love.
Bid thy deftin'd lyre difcover
Soft defire and gentle pain:
Often praife, and always love her:
Through her ear, her heart obtain.
Verse shall pleafe, and fighs fhall move her,
Cupid does with Phoebus reign.
Lines written in an OVID:
A Tranflation from the FRENCH.
OVID is the fureft guide,
You can name, to fhew the way
To any woman, maid or bride,
Who refolves to go aftray.
When I lose that, fays Rofe, I'll die:
Behind the elms, laft night, cry'd Dick,
Rofe, were you not extremely fick ?
EN months after Florimel happen'd to wed, And was brought in a laudable manner to bed: She warbled her groans with so charming a voice, That one half of the parish was ftunn'd with the noife. But, when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten months before she and her fpouse were a-kin; She chose with fuch prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurfe, nay her midwife, fcarce heard her once
Learn, hufbands, from hence, for the
That maids make not half fuch a tumult as wives.
N his death-bed poor Lubin lies;
His fpoufe is in defpair :
With frequent fobs, and mutual cries,
They both exprefs their care.
A different caufe, fays parfon Sly,
The fame effect may give :
Poor Lubin fears, that he fhall die;
His wife, that he may live.
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