Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
AIR Charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's prize
A heart resign'd the conquest of your eyes:
Well might, alas! that threatned veffel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once assail.
We were too bleft with these inchanting lays,
Which must be heav'nly when an Angel plays :
But killing charms your lover's death contrive,
Left heav'nly music should be heard alive.
Orpheus could charm the trees, buth thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he:
A poet made the filent wood purfue,
This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.
On a FAN of the Author's design, in which was painted the story of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
COME, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd said,
While Procris panted in the fecret shade
Come, gente Air, the fairer Delia cries,
While at her feet her swain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray,
Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play!
In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found,
Nor could that fabled dart more furely wound:
Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yer guiltlefs too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wounds she gives:
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.
AIN would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations show'r their baliny dews;
Where Lilies simile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undress of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips show so dazling gay,
Blushing in bright diversities of day.
Each painted fouret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 10
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the hill in venerable rows;
There the green Infants in their beds are laid, Is
The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing blossom promise more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels shielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th'invading beam, 25
Nor seeks in vain for fuccour to the stream,
The stream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays.
And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays. 30
WEEPING.
HILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes;
The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean first did rife:
And thus thro' Mifts we see the Sun,
Which else we durst not gaze upon.
These silver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud soft show'rs we view,
And blasting lightnings burft away.
The Stars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.
The Baby in that funny Sphere.
So like a Phaëton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare,
Tought fit to drown him in her Tears:
Else might t'ambitious Nymph afpire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.
SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be,
'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all flept faft in
Thine was the sway, ere heav'n was forin'd, or
Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth,
Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant
Then various elements, against thee joind,
In one more various animal combin'd,
And fram'd the clam'rous race of bufy Human
The tongue mov'd gently first, and, speech was
'Till wrangling Science taught it noife and show,
And wicked Wir arofe, thy most abusive foe.
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