In all her births, though of the meanest kinds, A shell or stone he can with pleasure view, Behold how bright these gaudy trifles shine, The lovely sportings of a hand divine! See with what art each curious shell is made, Yet still not half their charms can reach our eyes, How sweet, how charming, will appear this Grot, When by your art to full perfection brought! Here verdant plants and blooming flow'rs will grow, There bubbling currents through the shell-work flow; Here coral mix'd with shells of various dyes, There polish'd stone will charm our wond'ring eyes; Delightful bower of bliss! secure retreat! Fit for the Muses, and STATIRA's seat. But still how good must be that fair-one's mind, The Muse her company, good-sense her guide, And makes the warbling nightingale her choice, Prefers her books, and conscience void of ill, Blest is the man, whom heav'n shall grant one hour, With such a lovely nymph, in such a lovely bow'r. ΤΟ A LADY, IN ANSWER TO A LETTER WRITTEN IN A VERY FINE HAND. By the Same. WHILST Well-wrote lines our wond'ring eyes com. mand, The Beauteous work of CHLOE's artful hand, See with what art the sable currents stain See, like some virgin, whose unmeaning charms The yielding paper's pure, but vacant breast, Let mighty Love no longer boast his darts, Your pen o'ertakes him, if he 'scapes your eyes; Beauty's a short-liv'd blaze, a fading flow'r, But these are charms no ages can devour; These, far superior to the brightest face, Triumph alike o'er time, as well as space, When that fair form, which thousands now adore, By years decay'd, shall tyrannize no more, These lovely lines shall future ages view, And eyes unborn, like ours, be charm'd by you. How oft do I admire with fond delight The curious piece, and wish like you to write! Alas, vain hope! that might as well aspire Το copy PAULO's stroke, or TITIAN's fire: Ev'n now your splendid lines before me lie, And I in vain to imitate them try; Believe me, fair, I'm practising this art, To steal your hand, in hopes to steal your heart. |