Thus at his birth two deities Their bleffings did impart ; And love was breath'd into his eyes, His childhood makes of war a game; The fair; who burn'd with equal flame 1699. 20 ON A PEACOCK, BY FINELY CUT IN VELLUM MOLIND A. WHEN Fancy did Molinda's hand invite, To form in vellum, fpotlefs as her mind, Charm'd with th' attainments of th' illuftrious maid, So to her favourite Titian once she came, 5 10 And With transport granting all that she could give, Nor with less transport here the goddess fees O matchlefs bird! whofe race, with niceft care, Heaven feems in pleasure to have form'd fo fair! 25 From whofe gay plumes ev'n Phoebus with delight Sees his own rays reflected doubly bright! Though numerous rivals of the wing there be That share our praife, when not compar'd to thee, Soon as thy rifing glories ftrike our eyes, Their beauty fhines no more, their luftre dies. So when Molinda, with superior charms, Dazzles the ring, and other nymphs difarms, To her the rallying Loves and Graces fly, And, fixing there, proclaim the victory. No wonder, then, fince he was born t'excell, This bird's fair image fhe describes fo well: Happy, as in fome temple thus to stand, Immortaliz'd by her fuccefsful hand. 30 35 ON O N LUCINDA'S TEA-TABLE. ETS invoke, when they rehearse POETS In happy ftrains their pleafing dreams, But here, a real Mufe inspires (Who more reviving streams imparts) Our fancies with the Poets fires, And with a nobler flame our hearts. While from her hand each honour'd gueft As o'er each fountain, Poets fing, So hither dares no savage prefs, Who Beauty's fovereign power defies; All, drinking here, her charms confels, Proud to be conquer'd by her eyes. G 3 When Phoebus try'd his herbs in vain On Hyacinth, had the been there, With tea fhe would have cur'd the fwain, Who only then had dy'd for her. January 1, 1701. THE M ARCH. Ictoria comes! he leaves the forag'd groves! Her flying camp of Graces and of Loves Strike all their tents, and for the march prepare, And to new scenes of triumph wait the fair. Unlike the flaves which other warriors gain, The conquer'd countries droop, while fhe's away, Mean time in peopled cities crouds prefs on, Averse to cure, and vainly griev'd to wound. 10 15 20 WRITTEN WRITTEN IN A LADY'S PRAYER-BOOK. So fair a form, with fuch devotion join'd! Pleas'd with her prayers, while Heaven propitious fees Sure it must think fome angel loft its way, ODE ON THE SPRING. FOR THE MONTH OF MAY. I. WANTON Zephyr, come away! On this sweet, this filent grove, Sacred to the Muse and Love, In gentle wifper'd murmurs play! Come let thy foft, thy balmy breeze Diffufe thy verns! sweets around From fprouting flowers, and bloffom'd trees; G 4 5 S 10 II. Lovely |