Great JU LI US, on the mountains bred,
A flock perhaps, or herd, had led:
* He, that the world fubdu'd, had been
But the best wrestler on the green.
'Tis art, and knowledge, which draw forth
The hidden feeds of native worth:
They blow thofe fparks, and make them rife
Into fuch flames as touch the skies.
To the old Heroes hence was giv'n
A pedigree, which reach'd to heav'n :
Of mortal feed they were not held,
Which other mortals fo excell'd.
And beauty too, in fuch excefs
As yours, ZELINDA! claims no lefs:
Smile but on me, and you shall scorn
Henceforth to be of Princes born.
I can defcribe the fhady grove,
Where your lov'd mother slept with Jovi;
And yet excufe the faultlefs dame,
Caught with her spouse's fhape, and name:
Thy matchlefs form will credit bring
To all the wonders I fhall fing.
To my Lady MORTON ON NEW-YEARSDAY, at the LOUVRE in PARIS.
ADAM! new-years may well expect to find Welcome from you, to whom they are so kind : Still as they pafs, they court, and smile on you; And make your beauty, as themselves, seem new.
To the fair VILLARS WE DALK EITH prefer;
And faireft MORTON now as much to her:
So like the fun's advance your titles show,
Which, as he rifes, does the warmer grow.
But thus to ftyle you fair, your fex's praise,
Gives you but myrtle, who may challenge bays:
From armed foes to bring a * Royal prize,
Shews your brave heart victorious, as your eyes.
If JUDITH, marching with the General's head,
Can give us paffion when her ftory's read;
What may the living do, which brought away
Tho' a lefs bloody, yet a nobler prey?
Who from our flaming TROY, with a bold hand,
Snatch'd her fair charge, the Princefs, like a brand:
A brand! preferv'd to warm fome Prince's heart;
And make whole kingdoms take her + Brother's part.
SO VENUS, from prevailing GREEKS, did fhrowd
The hope of RO ME, and fav'd him in a cloud.
This gallant a&t may cancel all our rage,
Begin a better, and abfolve this age.
Dark fhades become the portrait of our time;
Here weeps misfortune, and there triumphs crime!
Let him that draws it hide the rest in night':
This portion only may indure the light,
Where the kind Nymph, changing her faultless shape,
Becomes unhandfome, handfomly to scape,
When thro' the guards, the river, and the fea,
Faith, beauty, wit, and courage, made their way.
As the brave eagle does with forrow fee
The forest wafted; and that lofty tree
*Henrietta Maria, youngest Daughter to K. Charles I.
Which holds her neft about to be o'erthrown,
Before the feathers of her young are grown;
She will not leave them, nor the cannot stay,
But bears them boldly on her wings away:
So fled the dame, and o'er the ocean bore
Her Princely burthen to the GALLIC fhore.
Born in the storms of war, this Royal Fair,
Produc'd like lightning in tempeftuous air,
Tho' now fhe flies her native ifle, (less kind,
Lefs fafe for her, than either fea, or wind!)
Shall, when the bloffom of her beauty's blown,
See her great Brother on the BRITISH throne:
Where peace shall fmile, and no difpute arife,
But which rules moft, his fceptre, or her eyes.
To a Fair Lady playing with a Snake..
TRANGE! that fuch horror, and fuch grace,
Should dwell together in one place;
A Fury's arm, an Angel's face!
'Tis innocence, and youth, which makes
In CH LORIS' fancy fuch mistakes,
To start at love, and play with snakes.
By this, and by. her coldness, barr'd,
Her fervants have a task too hard:
The tyrant has a double guard!
Thrice happy fnake! that in her fleeve
May boldly creep; we dare not give
Our thoughts fo unconfin'd a leave.
Contented in that neft of fnow
He lies, as he his blifs did know;
And to the wood no more would go.
Take heed, fair EVE! you do not make
Another tempter of this fnake:
A marble one fo warm'd would speak.
The NIGHT-PIECE, or a Picture drawn in the Dark.
ARKNESS, which fairest nymphs difarms,
Defends us ill from MIRA's charms:
MIRA can lay her beauty by,
Take no advantage of the eye;
Quit all that LE LY's art can take,
And yet a thousand captives make.
Her fpeech is grac'd with fweeter found,
Than in another's fong is found:
And all her well-plac'd words are darts,
Which need no light to reach our hearts.
As the bright stars, and Milky Way,
Shew'd by the night, are hid by day:
So we, in that accomplish'd mind,
Help'd by the night, new graces find,
Which, by the fplendor of her view
Dazled before, we never knew.
While we converfe with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark :
Her fhining image is a light
Fix'd in our hearts, and conquers night.
Like jewels to advantage fet,
Her beauty by the fhade does get:
There, blushes, frowns, and cold difdain,
All that our paffion might restrain,
Is hid, and our indulgent mind
Prefents the fair idea kind.
Yet, friended by the night, we dare
Only in whispers tell our care:
He that on her his bold hand lays
With CUPID's pointed arrows plays;
They with a touch, (they are fo keen!)
Wound us unshot, and fhe unseen.
All near approaches threaten death,
We may be fhip-wreck'd by her breath:
LovE, favor'd once with that sweet gale,
Doubles his hafte, and fills his fail;
'Till he arrive where fhe muft prove
The haven, or the rock, of love.
So, we th' ARABIAN coaft do know
At distance, when the fpices blow;
By the rich odor taught to steer,
Tho' neither day, nor ftars appear.
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