I then did vulgar Joys purfue; Variety was all my Bliss; But ignorant of Love and You, How could I chufe but do amifs? If ever now my wandring Eyes Seek out Amusements as before, If e'er I look, but to despise 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 lose all in lofing thee. The The PICTURE. In Imitation of Anacreon. HOU Flatterer of all the Fair, TH Come with all your Skill and Care; Draw me fuch a Shape, and Face, I alas have felt the Blow! Mourn, as loft, my former Days, 1 And And thofe few that are behind I fhall bleft or wretched find, With her tempting Eyes begin, Eyes that would draw Angels in Oh, those wanton rowling Eyes! At each Glance a Lover dies: Make them bright, yet make them willing, Next, draw her Forehead; then her Nose, And Lips juft opening, that disclose So much Beauty, so much Wit, To our very Soul they strike, All our Senfes pleas'd alike. But so pure a White and Red, Never, never, can be faid: What are Words in such a case? What is Paint to such a Face? How How fhould either Art avail us ? In her Looks, and in her Mien, Next to her, the matchless She, We shall wonder most at Thee. Then her Neck, and Breafts, and Hair, And her but my charming Fair Does in a thousand things excel, Which I muft not, dare not tell. Oh how fair fhe does appear! Touch it only here and there, 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. I Amidft |