Britannia fmiles, nor fears a foreign lord;
Her fafety to fecure, two powers accord,
Her Neptune's trident, and her Monarch's fword.
Like him, fhall his Auguftus fhine in arms,
Though captive to his Carolina's charms.
Ages with future heroes the shall blefs;
And Venus once more found an Alban race.
Then shall a Clare in honour's caufe engage:
Example muft reclaim a graceless age.
Where guides themfelves for guilty views mif-lead;
And laws even by the legislators bleed ;
His brave contempt of state shall teach the proud,
None but the virtuous are of noble blood:
For Tyrants are but Princes in disguise,
Though fprung by long defcents from Ptolemies.
Right he fhall vindicate, good laws defend;
The firmeft patriot, and the warmest friend.
Great Edward's order early he fhall wear;
New light restoring to the fully'd star.
Oft' will his leifure this retirement chufe,
Still finding future subjects for the Muse;
And, to record the Sylvan's fatal flame,
The place hall live in fong, and Claremont be the name.
TO THE LADY LOUISA LENOS:
AWAG PIQs burn;
Avedis dow ladies mourn.
when foft intreaties fail,
seated right, and rail.
sten, and refent too late;
one, whene'er they strive to hate..
X Noudly fhuns, or poorly craves;
g tyrants, and concluding flaves.
ng breafts what differing paffions glow!
N.、 Ande quick, but yours extinguish flow.
»de we boast, with force uncertain burns,
Aweaks but out, as appetite returns:
saveurs, like incenfe, mounts by foft degrees,
kata a fragrant flame confumes to please.
Your fex, in all that can engage, excel;
od ours in patience, and perfuading well.
tupartial Nature equally decrees:
You have your pride, and we our perjuries.
Though form'd to conquer, yet too oft' you fall
By giving nothing, or by granting all.
But, Madam, long will your unpractis'd years
Smile at the tale of lovers' hopes and fears.
graces footh your gentle hours, More foft than fighs, more fweet than breathing flowers; Let rafh admirers your keen lightning fear;
'Tis bright at distance, but destroys if near.
The time ere long, if verse presage, will come,
Your charms fhall open in full Brudenell bloom.
All eyes fhall all hearts fhall homage vow,
And not a lover languish but for you.
The Muse shall string her lyre, with garlands crown'd,
And each bright Nymph fhall ficken at the found.
So, when Aurora first falutes the fight,
Pleas'd we behold the tender dawn of light;
But, when with riper red fhe warms the skies,
In circling throngs the wing'd Muficians rife :
And the gay groves rejoice in fymphonies.
Each pearly flower with painted Beauty fhines;
And every ftar its fading fire refigns.
TO RICHARD EARL OF BURLINGTON,
WITH OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
UR Poet's rules, in eafy numbers, tell,
He felt the paffion he defcribes fo well.
In that foft art fuccefsfully refin'd,
Though angry Cæfar frown'd, the fair were kind.
More ills from love, than tyrants malice, flow;
Jove's thunder ftrikes less fure than Cupid's bow.
Ovid both felt the pain, and found the ease :
Physicians study most their own disease.
The practice of that age in this we try,
Ladies would listen then, and lovers lye.
Who flatter'd moft the fair were most polite,
Each thought her own admirer in the right:
To be but faintly rude was criminal,
But to be boldly fo, aton'd for all.
Breeding was banish'd for the fair-one's fake,
The fex ne'er gives, but fuffers ours fhould take.
Advice to you, my lord, in vain we bring;
The flowers ne'er fail to meet the blooming fpring:
Though you poffefs all Nature's gifts, take care;
Love's queen has charms, but fatal is her fnare.
On all that Goddess her falfe fmiles beftows;
As on the feas the reigns, from whence the rofe.
Young Zephyrs figh with fragrant breath, foft gales,
Guide her gay barge, and fwell the filken fails:
Each filver wave in beauteous order moves,
Fair as her bofom, gentle as her doves;
But he that once embarks, too furely finds
A fullen sky, black storms, and angry winds;
Cares, fears, and anguish, hovering on the coaft,
And wrecks of wretches by their folly lost.
When coming Time fhall blefs you with a bride,.
Let paffion not perfuade, but reafon guide;
Inftead of gold, let gentle Truth endear;
She has most charms who is the moft fincere.
Shun vain variety, 'tis but difeafe ;
Weak appetites are ever hand to please.
The nymph muft fear to be inquifitive;
'Tis for the fex's quiet, to believe.
Her air an eafy confidence muft show,
And fhun to find what he would dread to know;
Still charming with: all arts that can engage,
And be the Juliana of the age.
To the Dutchefs of BOLTON, on her staying all the Winter in the Country.
EASE rural conquefts, and fet free your fwains, To Dryads leave the groves, to Nymphs the plains. In penfive dales alone let Echo dwell,
And each fad figh fhe hears with forrow tell.
Hafte, let your eyes at Kent's pavilion * shine,
It wants but ftars, and then the work 's divine.
Of late, Fame only tells of yielding towns,
Of captive generals, and protected crowns:
Of purchas'd laurels, and of battles won,
Lines forc'd, ftates vanquifh'd, provinces o'er-rua,
And all Alcides' labour fumm'd in one.
The brave muft to the fair now yield the prize,
And English arms fubmit to English eyes :
In which bright lift among the first you stand;
Though each a Godtlefs, or a Sunderland.
*A Gallery at St. James's.
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