Th' imagin'd bliss concludes in real woe. GODOLPHIN 's form'd among the first to shine, That other conqueror of the conquering line; Nor pride her mien, nor art her aspect knows, Her full renown from single Nature flows; Rich in unpractis'd charms, she scatters chains, And, shunning empire, certain empire gains; 80 Neglectful, yet secure, with arrows plays; Unmeaning, throws, and, undesiring, slays; She stoops to make no prize her little aim, But emulates her fire, and conquers but for fame, BOLTON'S majestic form invades the sight And too too fast her precious spirits wear, Not thus her charms: ev'n yielding, how she reigns, And conquers others, while herself 's in chains! Great, yet opprest! were Virtue's image seen, Virtue could live but equally serene ; In pain she proves the prowess of her mind, And only when she dies deceives mankind. Forbid it, Heaven! that Fate should ever close woes! 100 TO SEYMOUR, daring Muse, thy numbers raise; Muse, thy best numbers flag beneath her praise : Lo! sweetest youth, disclaiming artful care, Sports in her face, and revels in her air; Briskness and innocence their powers unite, And, next her spotless mind, her skin is white. When radiant blushes to her cheeks repair, (Such lovely stains become the brighter fair) Gods! how that paint of nature tempts our eyes; How Earth's Aurora far transcends the skies! But her high merit checks the bold delight, We tremble at the soul, yet riot at the sight. When TUFTON was created, Nature took Such care to furnish out a conquering look, Who did not think her hoard of lustre spent, And eyes design'd hereafter innocent? Nor was she less extravagant in bloom, As if she meant no future charms, and beggar'd all her loom. For beauteous Helen Troy in fires was seen, The world was sacrific'd to Egypt's queen; Behold in ASHBURNHAM a brighter dame, But Virtue stifles such destructive flame. 120 Heavens! were she free from Hymen's envy'd chains, So fair; yet fairness seems her smallest praise, 130 Her soul's profuse of light, and darts immortal rays. PIERPOINT 's in all the pomp of youth array'd, Charming as winter's shine, or summer's shade; Fair as descending snow, or mounting light, Born to shame fancy, and enslave at sight: What's all our boasted freedom, when we gaze? Britain's distinguish'd blessing flies, and man in chains obeys. The graceful movement of the wife of Jove, Th' enchanting aspect of the Queen of Love, 140 Minerva's skill and excellence in arts, Apollo's rays, and Cupid's piercing darts, Bright Hebe's youth, and chaste Diana's mind, If breathing flowers such pleasing sweets dispense, If light has charms, and so allures the sense, If music's strains have that persuasive art, O lovely VAUGHAN! how form'd to strike the heart! 1950 Such looks add splendor to the brightest day; COLLIER 's a subject dear to British lays, Her killing beauty's true, her saving pity feign'd. Thy rhymes, oh Muse, with young LOUISA grace, How did she shine, that could such warmth inspire! And more than equal her from whom our toasting TO REYNOLDS, Muse, thạt mass of beauty, rise, 180 Seems she not more than numbers can express? Seems not ev'n thought afraid to make such wonders less? Men may with justice Nature's dealing blame, And charge their parent with a partial aim; Who too, too lavish to her female race, Bestows fresh gifts, and springs new mines of grace; igo FARMER's a pattern for the beauteous kind, Seek not the Venus star that gilds the skies, 200 |