III. WALLE R. Of a LADY finging to her LUTE. FA 5 AIR Charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's prize A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threatned veffel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once affail. 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, but thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he: 10 A poet made the filent wood purfue, This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too. On a FAN of the Author's defign, in which was painted the ftory of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI. OME, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd faid, While Procris panted in the secret shade; Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia crics, While at her feet her fwain expiring lies. Lo the glad gaies o'er all her beauties ftray, 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. Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives: She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies. IV. COWLEY. The GARDEN. FAIN would my Mufe the flow'ry Treasures fing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Each painted flowret in the lake below 5 10 15 Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 29 Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid, 25 30 € WEEPING. WE 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: Thefe filver drops, like morning dew, The Baby in that funny sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to fpare, |