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 reflects thy sparkling eyes,
Their luftre and thy rofy 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 fynod leaves.
To the low world fhe bends her steepy way,
Where Strephon pafs'd the folitary day;
She found him in a melancholy grove,

His down-caft eyes betray'd defponding love,
The wounded bark confefs'd his flighted flame,
And ev'ry tree bore false Corinna's name;
In a cool fhade he lay with folded arms,
Curfes his fortune, and upbraids her charms,
When Venus to his wond'ring eyes appears,
And with these words relieves his am'rous cares :
Rife, happy youth, this bright machine furvey,
Whole ratt'ling sticks my busy fingers sway,
This present shall thy cruel charmer move,
And in her fickle bofom kindle love.

The fan fhall flutter in all female hands,
And various fafhions learn from various lands.
For this, fhall elephants their ivory fhed;
And polish'd sticks the waving engine spread :

His clouded mail the tortoise shall refign,
And round the rivet pearly circles shine.
On this fhall Indians all their art employ,
And with bright colours ftain the gaudy toy;
Their paint fhall here in wildest fancies flow,
Their drefs, their cuftoms, their religion fhow;
So fhall the British fair their minds improve,
And on the fan to diftant climates rove.
Here China's ladies fhall their pride display,
And filver 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 state shall dine,
There in bright mail distorted heroes shine..
The peeping fan in modern times shall rife,
Through which unfeen the female ogle flies
This fhall in temples the fly maid conceal,
And shelter love beneath devotion's veil.
Gay France fhall make the fan her artist's care
And with the coftly trinket arm the fair.
As learned orators that touch the heart,
With various action raise their soothing art,
Both head and hand affect the lift'ning throng,
And humour each expreffion of the tongue;
So fhall each paffion by the fan be seen,
From noify anger to the fullen fpleen.

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

But

But Cupid (who delights in am'rous ill,
Wounds hearts, and leaves them to a woman's will)
With certain aim a golden arrow drew,
Which to Leander's panting bofom flew :
Leander lov'd; and to the sprightly dame
In gentle fighs reveal'd his growing flame;
Sweet fmiles Corinna to his fighs returns,

And for the fop in equal paffion burns.

Lo Strephon comes! and with a fuppliant bow,
Offers the prefent, and renews his vow.

When the the fate of Niobe beheld,
Why has my pride against my heart rebell'd?
She fighing cry'd: difdain forfook her breast,
And Strephon now was thought a worthy guest.
In Procris' bofom when she saw the dart;
She juftly blames her own fufpicious heart,
Imputes her difcontent to jealous fear,
And knows her Strephon's conftancy fincere.
When on Camilla's fate her eye she turns,
No more for fhow and equipage fhe burns:
She learns Leander's paffion to despise,
And looks on merit with difcerning eyes.
Narciffus' change to the vain virgin shows,
Who trufts to beauty, trufts the fading rose.
Youth flies apace, with youth your beauty flies,
Love then, ye virgins, ere the bloffom dies.

Thus Pallas taught her. Strephon weds the dame, And Hymen's torch diffus'd the brightest flame.

A WINTER

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A WINTER PIECE.

By Mr. PHILIPS.

Addreffed to the DUKE of DORSET.

ROM frozen climes, and endless tracts of snow,

From ftreams that northern winds forbid to flow;

What present shall the muse to Dorset bring,
Or how,, fo near the pole, attempt to fing?
The hoary winter here conceals from fight,
All pleasing objects that to verse invite.
The hills and dales, and the delightful woods,
The flow'ry plains, and filver ftreaming floods,
By fnow difguis'd in bright confufion lie,
And with one dazzling waste fatigue the eye.

No gentle breathing breeze prepares the spring,
No birds within the defart region fing.

The fhips unmov'd the boift'rous winds defy,
While rattling chariots o'er the ocean fly.
The vaft leviathan wants room to play,
And spout his waters in the face of day,
The starving wolves along the main fea prowl,
And to the moon in icy vallies howl.
For many a fhining league the level main
Here spreads itself into a glaffy plain :
There folid billows of enormous fize,
Alps of
green ice in wild disorder rise.

And

And yet but lately have I feen ev'n here,
The winter in a lovely dress appear.

E'er yet the clouds let fall the treasur'd snow,
Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow.
At ev❜ning a keen eaftern breeze arofe;
And the descending rain unfully'd froze.
Soon as the filent fhades of night withdrew,
The ruddy morn disclos'd at once to view
The face of nature in a rich disguise,
And brighten'd ev'ry object to my eyes:
For ev'ry fhrub, and every blade of grafs,
And ev'ry pointed thorn, feem'd wrought in glafs,
In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show,
While through the ice the crimson berries glow.
The thick-fprung reeds the wat'ry marfhes yield,
Seem polifh'd lances in a hostile field.
The flag in limpid currents with furprize,
Sees cryftal branches on his forehead rise.

The spreading oak, the beach, and tow'ring pine,
Glaz'd over, in the freezing æther fhine.

The frighted birds the rattling branches fhun,
That wave and glitter in the diftant sun.

When, if a fudden guft of wind arise,

The brittle forest into atoms flies:

The crackling wood beneath the tempeft bends,
And in a spangled show'r the prospect ends.
Or, if a fouthern gale the region warm,
And by degrees unbind the wint'ry, charm,

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