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EPISTLES CRITICAL, &c.
Looks like the fop that courts a paltry dame,
Ye Female Glories, which exalt our isle, Vouchsafe th' auspicious influence of your smile ; To You I call, to you, ye matchless lights, Inspire my numbers, and improve my flights ; Lest I depress your fame with languid lines, And pay unhallow'd vows at sacred shrines. Would you, ye Powers, but look serenely down, I'd soar aloft, and blazon your renown; Then something so divine might raise my voice, And make me scarce inferior to my choice; What ancient story tells the world should scorn, And every Goddess deem in glorious Britain born., 200
Begin, my Muse, begin with Marlborough’s race : When Valor 's sung, the Father claims the place ; And sure when Beauty's power employs our flight, The shining Daughters challenge foremost right.
A SUNDERLAND the coldest Writer warms, So turn'd for conquest, so compleat in charms, There seems detraction in our highest praise, She leaves the Muse behind, and mocks our distant
lays. Not thus Minerva, though a Goddess, shone. O! had her eyes such dazling lustre thrown, 50 Thence the bold artist had inform’d his clay, Nor sought another sun, nor fallen a vulture's prey.
Could Nature's self her own first form express, She'd charm the world in bright MONTHERMER's
dress : Gods! what engaging bloom sits smiling there! How languishingly sweet her every air ! Her shape, her gesture, all the Nymph, subdues, We look our souls away, and fate with transport
choose. Had Love's fair Goddess been so strong in charms, Rash Diomede had dropt his venturous arms; bo No shameful victory the Greek had won, But thousand wounds receivid, instead of giving one.
Splendor and softness in BRIDGEWATER meet, There mild appears an attribute with great; Such humble sweetness gives a dawn of joy, She seems, like Heaven, unwilling to destroy. Who would not serve, where such a victor reigns ? What freedom equal to such gentle chains ? But soon, too soon, mistaken mortals know,
Th’imagin’d bliss concludes in real woe.
GODOLPHIN 's form’d among the first to shine, That other conqueror of the conquering line; Nor pride her mien, nor art her aspect knows, Her full renown from single Nature flows; Rich in unpractis'd charms, she scatters chains, And, shunning empire, certain empire gains; to Neglectful, yet secure, with arrows plays; Unmeaning, throws, and, undesiring, slays; She stoops to make no prize her little aim, But emulates her fire, and conquers but for fame,
Bolton's majestic form invades the sight With awful wonder and sublime delight; Here differing deities conspire our fate, Venus and Juno; sweetness dwells with state : High pines are emblems of her graceful size, And bending osiers shew her humble guise. go Disease solicits her with impious care, And too too fast her precious spirits wear, Not thus her charms: ev'n yielding, how she reigns, And conquers others, while herself 's in chains ! Great, yet opprest! were Virtue's image seen, Virtue could live but equally serene; In pain she proves the prowess of her mind,
And only when she dies deceives mankind.
To Seymour, daring Muse, thy numbers raise ;
When TUFTON was created, Nature took
For beauteous Helen Troy in fires was seen,
Heavens! were she free from Hymen's envy'd chains,
PierPoint's in all the pomp of youth array'd, Charming as winter's shine, or summer's shade ; Fair as descending snow, or mounting light, Born to shame fancy, and enslave at sight : What's all our boasted freedom, when we gaze ? Britain's distinguish'd blessing flies, and man in chains
The graceful movement of the wife of Jove, Th' enchanting aspect of the Queen of Love, lo Minerya's skill and excellence in arts, Apollo's rays, and Cupid's piercing darts, Bright Hebe's youth, and chaste Diana's mind, Softness and sweetness of the Churchill kind, All blended in one perfect piece, would shew PROBY's consummate image to the ravish'd view.
If breathing flowers such pleasing sweets dispense, If light has charms, and so allures the sense,