Stop! ftop! brave Prince!-what, does your Mufe, Sir, faint? Proceed, purfue his conquefs-faith, I can't: That rage once spent, I can no more sustain There triumphs are o'er kings and kingdoms fold, If courage could, like courts, be kept in pay, WRITTEN AT ALTHROP, IN A BLANK LEA? OF WALLER'S POEMS, UPON SEEING That victory follow'd where he led the way? VANDYKE'S PICTURE OF THE OLD LADY He all his conquefts would for this refund, And operas repeat no other found; Boyne would, for ages, be the painter's theme, Spare your advice; and fince you have begun, Done! nothing's done! nor the dead colours And the most glorious fcenes ftand undisplay'd; appear. The Queen herself, the charming Queen should grace The noble piece, and in an artful place Who can forget, what all adnir'd of late, Doubts in her heart, and pleafure in her face. SUNDERLAND. ANDYKE had colours, softness, fire, and art, VANDYKE had fire, and art, Waller had numbers, fancy, wit, and fire, VERSES, WRITTEN FOR THE TOASTING-GLASSES OF THE Duchefs of ST. ALBANS. THE line of Vere, fo long renown'd in arms, Concludes with luftre in St. Albans charms. Her conquering eyes have made their race com picat; They rofe in Valour, and in Beauty set. Duchefs of BEAUFORT. Offspring of a tuneful fre, Lody MARY CHURCHILL. Fairest and latelt of the beauteous race, Born with our liberties in William's reign, Duchefs of RICHMOND. Of two fair Richmonds different ages boast, Lady SUNDERLAND. All Nature's charms in Sunderland appear, Mademoiselle SPANHEIME. Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France, ON TH HE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF Farewel, friend Moll: expect no more from me; VERSES BY LORD HALIFAX. FROM DR. Z. GREY'S MSS. LL the materials are the fame A of beauty and defire, In a fair woman's goodly frame Then tell me what those creatures are, That would be thought both chaste and fair? Go ask but thy philosophy What gives her lips the balm, What makes her breafts to heave so high Ah Calia, then, be not fo nice, COURAGE, dear Moll, and drive away def- But pimps within for me. pair. Mopfa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, At onec t' improve the finner and the faint. and Then tell me, &c. ON ORPHEUS, AND SIGNORA FRANCISCA MARGARITA. HAIL, AIL, tuneful pair! fay, by what wondrous charms, One 'feap'd from hell, and one from Greber's arms? When the foft Thracian touch'd the trembling ftrings, The winds were hufh'd, and curl'd their airy And when the tawny Tuscan rais'd her strain, |