To touch the brave Cleander's heart,
The Graces all in her confpire;
Love arms her with his fureft dart,
Apollo with his lyre.

AIR.

The liftening Mufes, all around her,
Think 'tis Phoebus' ftrains they hear :
And Cupid, drawing near to wound her,
Drops his bow, and ftands 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 diftant realms renown'd,

Cleander comes-Victoria, fee,

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

AIR.

In tender fighs he filence breaks,
The fair his flame approves.
Confenting blushes warm her cheeks,
She fimiles, he yields, he loves.

R E

RECITATIVE.

FIRST VOICE.

Now Hymen at the altar ftands,

And while he joins their faithful hands,
Behold! by ardent vows drawn down,
Immortal Concord, heavenly bright,
Array'd in robes of pureft light,
Defcends, th' aufpicious rites to crown.
Her golden harp the goddefs brings;
Its magic found

Commands a fudden filence all around,
And trains prophetic thus attune the ftrings.

2 VOICE.

DUETT 0.

T VOICE. The fwain his nymph poffeffing,
The nymph her swain careffing,
Shall ftill improve the bleffing.
For ever kind and true.

1 and 2.

Вотн.

While rolling years are flying,
Love, Hymen's lamp fupplying,
With fuel never dying,

Shall ftill the flame renew.

но

1

HORATIUS,

IN LIBRO PRIMO EPISTOLARUM.

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

TRANSLATED.

O-MORROW cheats us all. Why doft thou
tay,

And leave undone what should be done to-day!
Begin the prefent minute 's in thy power;
But still t' adjourn, and wait a fitter hour,
Is like the clown, who at fome river's fide
Expecting ftands, in hopes the running tide
Will all ere long be paft-Fool! not to know,
It ftill has flow'd the fame, and will for ever flow.

ON

TH

When thou thefe golden bands fhall wear,
The hand that binds them foftly kifs,
With confcious joy, and own thy blifs.
Proud of his chain, who would not be
A flave, to gain her fimiles, like thee?

THE

CHARACTER

O F THE

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES *. 1712-13.

SUC

UCH early wisdom, fuch a lovely face,
Such modeft greatness, fuch attractive grace;
Wit, beauty, goodness, charity, and truth,
The riper fenfe of age, the bloom of youth!

*This Lady, alfo celebrated by Mr. Prior in a beautiful ode, called "Colin's Miftake," was afterwards married to Edward Earl of Oxford, and was mother of the prefent Dutchefs 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 fuch different charms agree,
And Henrietta is that phoenix-fhe.

TRUTH, HONOUR, HONESTY,

THE

MOTTO CHOSEN BY THE RIGHT HON.

THE

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES.

I

N thee, bright maid, though all the virtues fhine,
With rival beams, and every grace is thine,
Yet three, diftinguish'd by thy early voice,
Excite our praife, and well deferve thy choice.

Immortal Truth in Heaven itfelf displays
Her charms celeftial born, and pureft rays,
Which thence in ftreams, like golden funshine, flow,
And fhed 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 foul with noble fires,
And generous thoughts and godlike acts inspires.

Then