The lovely CHLORIS well attended came,
A thousand GRACES waited on the dame:
Her matchlefs form made all the ENGLISH glad,
And foreign Beauties less affurance had,
Yet, like the three on IDA's top, they all
Pretend alike, contefting for the ball.
Which to determine, Love himself declin'd,
Left the neglected should become lefs kind.
Such killing looks! fo thick the arrows fly!
That 'tis unfafe to be a ftander-by.
Poets, approaching to defcribe the fight,
Are by their wounds inftructed how to write.
They with lefs hazard might look on, and draw
The ruder combats in ALSATIA:
And, with that foil of violence, and rage,
Set-off the fplendor of our golden age:
Where Love gives law, Beauty the fceptre fways;
And, uncompell'd, the happy world obeys.
Of an ELEGY made by Mrs. WHARTON
on the Earl of ROCHESTER.
HUS mourn the MUSES! on the herfe
Not ftrowing tears, but lafting verse :
Which so preserve the Hero's name,
They make him live again in fame,
CHLORIS, in lines fo like his own,
Gives him so just, and high renown;
That the th' afflicted world relieves,
And fhews, that ftill in her he lives.
Her wit as graceful, great, and good:
Ally'd in genius, as in blood.
His lofs fupply'd, now all our fears
Are, that the Nymph fhould melt in tears.
Then, fairest CHRORIS! Comfort take,
For his, your own, and for our fake;
Left his fair foul, that lives in you,
Should from the world for ever go.
To CHLORIS.
HLORIS! what's eminent we know,
Muft for fome cause be valu'd fo:
Things without ufe, tho' they be good,
Are not by us fo understood.
The early rofe, made to difplay
Her blushes to the youthful MAY,
Doth yield her fweets, fince he is fair,
And courts her with a gentle air.
Our stars do fhew their excellence,
Not by their light, but influence :
When brighter comets, fince ftill known
Fatal to all, are lik'd by none.
So, your admired beauty ftill
Is, by effects, made good, or ill.
Upon our late Lofs of the Duke of
CAMBRIDGE.
HE failing blossoms which a young plant bears,
Engage our hope for the fucceeding years:
And hope is all which art, or nature, brings,
At the first trial, to accomplish things.
Mankind was first created an effay;
That ruder draught the Deluge wash'd away.
How many ages pafs'd, what blood, and toil,
Before we made one Kingdom of this Ifle!
How long in vain had nature striv'd to frame
A perfect princefs, e'er her HIGHNESS came?
For joys fo great we must with patience wait, 'Tis the fet price of happinefs complete. As a firft fruit, heav'n claim'd that lovely boy: 'The next shall live, and be the nation's joy. INSTRUCTIONS to a PAINTER, for the Drawing of the Pofture, and Progress, of his MAJESTY's Forces at Sea, under the Command of his HIGHNESS-ROYAL; Together with the Battle, and Victory, obtained over the DUTCH, June 3, 1665.
IRST draw the fea; that portion, which between The greater world, and this of ours, is seen : Here place the BRITISH, there the HOLLAND fleet, Vaft floating armies! both prepar'd to meet. Draw the whole world, expecting who should reign, After this combat, o'er the conquer'd Main. Make heav'n concern'd, and an unusual star Declare th' importance of th' approaching war. Make the sea shine with gallantry, and all The ENGLISH youth flock to their Admiral, The valiant DUKE! whofe carly deeds abroad, Such rage in fight, and art in conduct show'd. His bright sword now a dearer int'reft draws, His Brother's glory, and his country's caufe. Let thy bold pencil, hope, and courage spread Thro' the whole navy, by that Hero led : Make all appear, where fuch a prince is by, Refolv'd to conquer, or refolv'd to die. With his extraction, and his glorious mind,
Make the proud fails fwell, more than with the wind:
Preventing cannon, make his louder fame
Check the BATAVIANS, and their fury tame.
So hungry wolves, tho' greedy of their prey,
Stop, when they find a lion in their way,
Make him beftride the ocean, and mankind
Afk his confent, to use the fea, and wind:
While his tall fhips in the barr'd Channel stand,
He grafps the INDIES in his armed hand.
Paint an eaft-wind, and make it blow away
Th' excufe of HOLLAND for their navy's stay:
Make them look pale, and, the bold Prince to fhun,
Thro' the cold north, and rocky regions run.
To find the coaft where morning first appears,
By the dark Pole the wary BELGIAN steers ;
Confeffing now, he dreads the ENGLISH more,
Than all the dangers of a frozen fhore;
While from our arms, fecurity to find,
They fly fo far, they leave the day behind.
Describe their fleet abandoning the fea,
And all their merchants left a wealthy prey;
Our first fuccefs in war make BACCHUS Crown,
And half the vintage of the year our own.
The DUTCH their wine, and all their brandy lofe;
Difarm'd of that, from which their courage grows :
While the glad ENGLISH, to relieve their toil,
In Healths to their great Leader drink the fpoil.
His high commands to AFRIC's coaft extend, And make the MOORS before the ENGLISH bend: Those barb'rous pirates willingly receive Conditions, fuch as we are pleas'd to give. Deferted by the DUTCH, let nations know, We can our own, and their great businefs do:
False friends chaftife, and common foes reftrain,
Which, worse than tempefts, did infest the Main.
Within those Streights, make HOLLAND'S SMYRNA
With a small squadron of the ENGLISH meet: [fleet
Like falcons these, those like a numerous flock
Of fowl, which scatter to avoid the shock.
There paint confusion in a various shape:
Some fink, some yield, and flying fome escape:
EUROPE, and AFRICA, from either fhore
Spectators are, and hear our cannon roar :
While the divided world in this agree,
Men that fight fo, deferve to rule the fea."
But, nearer home, thy pencil ufe once more,
And place our navy by the HOLLAND shore;
The world they compafs'd, while they fought with
But here already they refign the Main:
Those greedy mariners, out of whose way
Diffufive nature could no region lay,
At home, preferv'd from rocks, and tempefts, lie,
Compell'd, like others, in their beds to die.
Their fingle towns th' IBERIAN armies preft;
We all their Provinces at once inveft:
And, in a month, ruin their traffick more,
Than that long war could, in an age, before.
But, who can always on the billows lie?
The wat'ry wilderness yields no supply.
Spreading our fails, to HARWICH we refort,
And meet the Beauties of the BRITISH Court.
Th' illuftrious DUCHESS, and her glorious train,
(Like THETIS, with her Nymphs) adorn the Main.
The gazing Sea-Gods, fince the * PAPHIAN Queen
Sprung from among them, no fuch fight had seen.
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