I then did vulgar Joys pursue ;

Variety was all my Bliss;

But ignorant of Love and You,
How could I chufe but do amifs?

If ever now my wandring Eyes

Seck out Amusements as before,

If e'er I look, but to defpife

Such Charms, and value yours the more';

May fad Remorse, and guilty Shame

Revenge your Wrongs on faithless me; And, what I tremble ev'n to name,

May I lofe all in lofing thee.

The

The PICTURE.

In Imitation of Anacreon.

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HOU Flatterer of all the Fair,

Come with all your Skill and Care;

Draw me fuch a Shape, and Face,

As your Flattery would difgrace.

Wish not that she would

appear;

'Tis well for you she is not here;

Scarce can you with safety see

All her Charms defcrib'd by me:

I alas the Danger know!

I alas have felt the Blow!

Mourn, as loft, my former Days,

That never fung of CELIA's Praise;

And

And those few that are behind

I fhall bleft or wretched find,
Only just as she is kind.

With her tempting Eyes begin,

Eyes that would draw Angels in
To a fecond, fweeter Sin.

Oh, those wanton rowling Eyes!

At each Glance a Lover dies:

Make them bright, yet make them willing,

Let them look both kind and killing.

Next, draw her Forehead; then her Nofe,

And Lips juft opening, that disclose

Teeth fo white, and Breath so sweet,

So much Beauty, fo much Wit,

To our very Soul they ftrike,

All our Senfes pleas'd alike.

But fo pure a White and Red,

Never, never, can be said:

What are Words in fuch a cafe?

What is Paint to fuch a Face?

How

How fhould either Art avail us?
Fancy here itself muft fail us?

In her Looks, and in her Mien,
Such a graceful Air is seen,
That if you, with all your Art,
Can but reach the smallest part;

Next to her, the matchlefs She,

We fhall wonder moft at Thee.

Then her Neck, and Breafts, and Hair,

And her—but my charming Fair

Does in a thousand things excel,

Which I must not, dare not tell.
How go on then? Oh, I fee
A lovely VENUS drawn by thee;
Oh how fair she does appear!

Touch it only here and there,

Make her yet feem more divine,

Your VENUS then may look like mine,

Whose bright Form, if once you saw,

You by her would VENUS draw.

On Don ALONZO's being kill'd in Portugal upon Account of the Infanta, in the Year 1683.

N fuch a Caufe no Mufe should fail

IN

To bear a mournful Part;

'Tis juft and noble to bewail

The Fate of fall'n Defert.

In vain ambitious Hopes defign'd
To make his Soul afpire,

If Love and Beauty had not join'd

To raise a brighter Fire.

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