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To touch the brave Cleander's heart,
Apollo with his lyre.
A I R.
Think 'tis Phoebus' strains they hear :
Drops his bow, and stands to hear.
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 !
A I R.
The fair nis flame approves.
She smiles-he yields, -The loves.
Now Hymen at the altar stands,
Its magic found
DU E T T 0.
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.
Love, Hymen's lamp supplying,
With fuel never dying,
TI U S,
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.
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.
HOU little favourite of the fair!
When thou thefe golden bands shall wear,
UCH early wisdom, such a lovely face,
Such modeft greatness, such attractive grace ;
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 is it, that in one fair piece we find
TRUTH, HONOUR, HONESTY,
MOTTO CHOSEN BY THE RIGHT HON.
LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES.
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
Fair Honour, next in beauty and in grace,