To touch the brave Cleander's heart,
The Graces all in her conspire ;
Love arms her with his surest dart,

Apollo with his lyre.

A I R.
The listening Muses, all around her,

Think 'tis Phoebus' strains they hear :
And Cupid, drawing near to wound her,

Drops his bow, and stands to hear.

RECITATIVE.

SECOND VOICE.

While crowds of rivals, with despair, Silent admire, or vainly court the fair, Behold the happy conquest of her eyes,

A hero is the glorious prize !
In courts, in camps, through distant realms re-

nown'd,
Cleander comes Victoria, see,
He comes, with British honour crown'd;
Love leads his eager steps to thee.

A I R.
In tender fighs he silence breaks,

The fair nis flame approves.
Contenting blushes warm her cheeks,

She smiles-he yields, -The loves.

RERECITATIVE.

FIRST VOICE.

Now Hymen at the altar stands,
And while he joins their faithful hands,
Behold! by ardent vows drawn down,
Immortal Concord, heavenly bright,
Array'd in robes of purest light,
Descends, th' auspicious sites to crown.
Her golden harp the goddess brings;

Its magic found
Commands a sudden filence all around,
And itrains prophetic thus attune the strings.

DU E T T 0.
I Voice.

The fwain his nymph posieffing, 2 Voice. The nymph her swain caressing, I and 2.

S Shall still improve the blessing.

For ever kind and true.
While rolling years are flying,

Love, Hymen's lamp supplying,
Вотн.

With fuel never dying,
Shall still the fiame renew.

ноHOR

TI U S,

U

IN LIBRO PRIMO EPISTOLARUM.

Dimidium facti, qui cæpit, habet. Sapere aude: Incipe. Vivendi qui rectè prorogat horam, Rufticus expectat dum defluat amnis : at ille Labitur & labetur in omne volubilis ævum.

TRANSL A T E D.

То-м

10-MORROW cheats us all. Why dost thou

stay, And leave undone what Mould be done to-day? Begin-the present minute 's in thy power; But still t'adjourn, and wait a fitter hour, Is like the clown, who at some river's side Expecting stands, in hopes the running tide Will all ere long be palt-Fool! not to know, It still has fluw'd the same, and will for ever flow.

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HOU little favourite of the fair!

When thou thefe golden bands shall wear,
The hand that binds them softly kiss,
With conscious joy, and own thy bliss.
Proud of his chain, who would not be
A slave, to gain her smiles, like thee?

SUC

UCH early wisdom, such a lovely face,

Such modeft greatness, such attractive grace ;
Wit, beauty, goodness, charity, and truth,
The riper sense of age, the bloom of youth!

was af.

This Lady, also celebrated by Mr. Prior in a beautiful ode, called “ Colin's Mistake," terwards married to Edward Earl of Oxford, and was mother of the present Dutcheis Dowager of Portland.

Whence

Whence is it, that in one fair piece we find
These various beauties of the female kind ?
Sure but in one such different charms agree,
And Henrietta is that phænix-Mhe.

TRUTH, HONOUR, HONESTY,

THE

MOTTO CHOSEN BY THE RIGHT HON.

тн Е

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES.

IN

N thee, bright maid, though all the virtues mine,

With rival beams, and every grace is thine, Yet three, diftinguish'd by thy early voice, Excite our praise, and well deserve thy choice.

Immortal Truth in Heaven itself displays
Her charins celestial born, and purest rays,
Which thence in streams, like golden sun ihine, flow,
And Med their light on minds like yours below.

Fair Honour, next in beauty and in grace,
Shines in her turn, and claims the second place :
She fills the well-born soul with noble fires,
And generous thoughts and godlike acts inspires.

Then