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The kindred arts shall in their praise conspire,
TO MISS DLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF
IN these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces shine, And all the writer lives in ev'ry line ; His easy art may happy nature seem; Trifles themselves are elegant in him. Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate,
5 Who without flatt’ry pleas'd the fair and great; Still with esteem no less convers'd than read ; With wit well-natur'd, and with books well-bred : His heart his mistress and his friend did share, His time the Muse, the witty, and the fair. 10 Thus wisely careless, innocently gay, Cheerful he play'd the trifle life away ; Till Fate scarce felt his gentle breath supprest, As smiling infants sport themselves to rest. Ev'n rival wits did Voiture's death deplore, 15 And the gay mourn'd who never mourn’d before ; The truest hearts for Voiture heav’d with sighs ; Voiture was wept by all the brightest eyes : The Smiles and Loves had dy'd in Voiture's death, But that for ever in his lines they breathe. 20
Let the strict life of graver mortals be
Too much your sex is by their forms confin'd,
45 For the dull glory of a virtuous wife ;
Nor let false shews nor empty titles please :
The gods, to curse Pamela with her pray’rs,
56 But, Madam, if the Fates withstand, and you Are d: stin'd Hymen's willing victim too, Trust not too much your now resistless charms, Those age or sickness, soon or late disarms; 60 Good humour only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests, and maintains the past. Love rais'd on beauty will like that decay; Our hearts may bear its slender chain a day, As flow'ry bands in wantonness are worn,
65 A morning's pleasure, and at ev’ning torn; This binds in ties more easy, yet more strong, The willing heart, and only holds it long.
Thus Voiture's early care* still shone the same, And Monthausier was only chang'd in name : 70
By this ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their wit still sparkling, and their flames still warm.
Now crown'd with myrtle on th’Elysian coast, Amid those lovers joys his gentle ghost ; Pleas'd while with smiles his happy lines you view, And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you.
76 The brightest eyes of France inspir'd his Muse; The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse; And dead, as living, 'tis our author's pride, Still to charm those who charm the world beside, 80