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The kindred arts shall in their praise conspire,
One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre.
Yet should the Graces all thy figures place,
And breathe an air divine on ev'ry face;
Yet should the Muses bid my numbers roll
Strong as their charms, and gentle as their soul;
With Zeuxis' Helen thy Bridgewater vie,
And these be sung till Granville's Myra die:
Alas! how little from the grave we claim !
Thou but preserv'st a face, and I a name.

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TO MISS DLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF

VOITURE, 1717.

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

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farce appear,

Let the strict life of graver mortals be
A long, exact, and serious comedy ;
In ev'ry scene some moral let it teach,
And, if it can, at once both please and preach:
Let mine an innocent
gay

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And more diverting still than regular;
Have humour, wit, a native ease and grace,
Tho' not too strictly bound to time and place.
Critics in wit or life are hard to please ;
Few write to those, and none can live to these. 30

Too much your sex is by their forms confin'd,
Severe to all but most to womankind:
Custom, grown blind with age, must be your guide;
Your pleasure is a vice, but not your pride;
By nature yielding, stubborn but for fame, 35
Made slaves by honour, and made fools by shame.
Marriage may all those petty tyrants chase,
But sets up one, a greater, in their place:
Well might you wish for change by those accurst ;
But the last tyrant ever proves the worst.

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Still in constraint your suff'ring sex remains,
Or bound in formal or in real chains :
Whole years neglected for some month's ador’d,
The fawning servant turns a haughty lord.
Ah! quit not the free innocence of life

45 For the dull glory of a virtuous wife ;

Nor let false shews nor empty titles please :
Aim not at joy, but rest content with ease.

The gods, to curse Pamela with her pray’rs,
Gave the gilt coach and dappled Flanders mares,
The shining robes, rich jewels, beds of state, 51
And, to complete her bliss, a fool for mate.
She glares in balls, front-boxes, and the ring,
A vain unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched thing!
Pride, pomp, and state, but reach her outward part;
She sighs and is no duchess at her heart,

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

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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

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