She fiffens with her woes: no more her hair
In easy ringlets wantons in the air ;
Motion forsakes her eyes, her veins are dry'd,
And beat no longer with the sanguine tide;
All life is fled, firm marble now she grows,
Which still in tears the mother's anguish shows,

Ye haughty fair, your painted fans display,
And the just fate of lofty pride survey;
Tho' lovers oft extol your beauty's power,
And in celestial fimilies adore,
Though from your features Cupid borrows arms,
And goddesses confess inferior charms,
Do not, vain maid, the flatt'ring tale believe,
Alike thy lovers and thy glass deceive.

Here young Narcissus o'er the fountain stood, And view'd his image in the crystal food ; The crystal flood reflects his lovely charms, And the pleas’d image strives to meet his arms. No nymph his unexperienc'd breast fubdu'd, Echo in vain the flying boy pursu’d, Himself alone the foolish youth admires, And with fond look the smiling Shade desires : O’er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves, His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves, Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows, And in a short-liv'd flow'r his beauty blows.

Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast, That beauty's but a transient good at best,

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Like flow'rs it withers with th' advancing year,
And age like winter robs the blooming fair.
Oh Araminta, cease thy wonted pride,
Nor longer in thy faithless charms confide ;
Ev'n while the glass refleds thy sparkling eyes,
Their lustre and thy rosy colour flies!

Thus on the fan the breathing figures shine,
And all the pow'rs applaud the wife defign.

The Cyprian queen the painted gift receives, And with a grateful bow the synod leaves.To the low world she bends her steepy way, Where Strephon pass’d the solitary day ; She found him in a melancholy grove, His down-caft eyes betray'd defponding love, The wounded bark confess'd his flighted flame, And ev'ry tree bore false. Corinna’s name; In a cool fhade he. lay with folded arms, Curses his fortune, and upbraids her charms, When Venus to his wond'ring eyes appears, And with these words relieves his am'rous cares :

Rise, happy youth, this bright machine survey,
Whole ratt'ling sticks my busy fingers sway,
This present shall thy cruel charmer move,
And in her fickle bosom kindle love..

The fan fhall flutter in all female hands,
And various fashions learn from various lands.
For this, shall elephants their ivory shed;
And polith'd ficks the waving engine spread :

His clouded mail the tortoise shall resign,
And round the rivet pearly circles shine.
On this shall Indians all their art employ,
And with bright colours stain the gaudy toy ;
Their paint shall here in wildest fancies flow,
Their dress, their customs, their religion show ;
So shall the British fair their minds improve,
And on the fan to distant climates rove.
Here China's ladies Tall their pride display,
And silver figures gild their loose array ;
This boasts her little feet and winking eyes ;
That tunes the fife, or tinkling cymbal plies :
Here cross-leg'd nobles in rich ftate shall dine,
There in bright mail distorted heroes shine.
The peeping fan in modern times shall rise,
Through which unseen the female ogle Aies;
This shall in temples the fly maid conceal,
And shelter love beneath devotion's veil.
Gay France shall make the fan her artit's care,
And with the costly trinket arm the fair.
As learned orators that touch the heart,
With various action raise their foothing art,
Both head and hand affect the lift'ning throng,
And humour each expression of the tongue;
So shall each passion by the fan be seen,
From noisy anger to the fullen spleen.

While Venus spoke, joy shone in Strephon's eyes :
Proud of the gift, he to Corinna flies.

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His op'ning fingers drop the sacken'd rein,
And the pale corse falls headlong to the plain.
Beneath her pencil here two wrestlers bend;
See, to the grasp her swelling nerves diftend;
Diana's arrow joins them face to face,
And death unites them in a strict embrace.
Another here flies trembling o'er the plain ;
When heav'n pursues we fhun the stroke in vain,
This lifts his fupplicating hands and eyes,
And 'midit his humble adoration dies.
As from his thigh this tears the barbed dart,
A surer weapon ftrikes his throbbing heart :
While that to raise his wounded brother tries,
Death blasts his bloom, and locks his frozen eyes.
The tender sisters bath'd in grief appear,
With fable garments and dishevell’d hair,
And o'er their gasping brothers weeping stood;
Some with their tresses stopt the gushing blood,
They strive to stay the fleeting life too late,
And in the pious action share their fate.
Now the proud dame o'ercome by trembling fear,
With her wide robe protects her only care ;
To save her only care in vain she tries,
Close at her feet the latest victim dies.
Down her fair cheek the trickling sorrow flows,
Like dewy spangles on the blushing rose,
Fixt in astonishment the weeping stood,
The plain all purple with her children's blood;

She

She stiffens with her woes : no more her hair
In easy ringlets wantons in the air;
Motion forsakes her eyes, her veins are dry'd,
And beat no longer with the sanguine tide;
All life is fled, firm marble now the

grows, Which still in tears the mother's anguish shows,

Ye haughty fair, your painted fans display, And the just fate of lofty pride survey; Tho' lovers oft extol your beauty's power, And in celestial fimilies adore, Though from your features Cupid borrows arms, And goddesses confess inferior charms, Do not, vain maid, the flatt’ring tale believe, Alike thy lovers and thy glass deceive.

Here young Narcissus o'er the fountain stood, And view'd his image in the crystal food; The crystal flood reflects his lovely charms, And the pleas'd image strives to meet his arms. No nymph his unexperienc'd breast fubdu'd, Echo in vain the flying boy pursu’d, Himself alone the foolish youth admires, And with fond look the smiling fhade desires : O’er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves, His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves, Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows, And in a short-liv'd flow'r his beauty blows.

Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast, That beauty's but a transient good at best,

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