ARTEMISIA. HO' Artemifia talks, by fits, Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits ; Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,. Are oddly join'd by fate : On her large iquab you find her fpread, That lies and stinks in ftate. She wears no colours (fign of grace) All white and black befide: Dauntless her look, her gefture proud, And mafculine her ftride. So have I seen, in black and white, A stately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, PHRYN E. PHRYNE had talents for mankind; Open fhe was, and unconfin'd, port of trade: Like fome free Merchants unloaded here their freight, And agents from each foreign fiate. Her learning and good breeding fuch, Spaniard or French came to her; Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, In di monds, pear's, and rich brocades, So have I known thofe infects fair, Still vary fhapes and dyes; Still gain new titles with new forms; On Mrs. BIDDY FLOYD OR, The Receipt to form a BEAUTY. Written in the year 1707. WHEN Cupid did his grandfire Jove intreat *This poem is allowed by all perfons of tafte and judgment, to be fuch a mafter-piece in its kind, that it must abide the test of all future ages. Swift. Jove fent, and found far in a country-scene APOLLO OUTWITTED. To the Honourable Mrs FINCH, afterwards Countefs of WINCHELSEA, under her name of ARDELIA.. PHOEBUS, Written in the year 1707% now fhort'ning ev'ry shade, The god laid down his feeble rays, Then lighted from his glitt'ring coach; But fenc'd his head with his own bays, Under thofe facred leaves, fecure From common lightning of the skies, He fondly thought he might endure The flashes of Ardelia's eyes. The nymph, who oft had read in books. Soon knew Apollo by his looks, And guess'd his bus'ness ere he fpoke, He in the old celeftial cant Confefs'd his flame, and swore by Styx Whate'er fhe would defire to grant But wife Ardelia knew his tricks. Ovid had warn'd her to beware Howe'er, she gave no flat denial, As having malice in her heart; And was refolv'd, upon a trial, To cheat the god in his own art. 25 Hear my request, the virgin faid`; Let which I please of all the Nine Attend, whene'er I want their aid, Obey my call, and only mine. By vow oblig'd, by paffion led, The god could not refuse her pray❜r: He wav'd his wreath thrice o'er her head, And now he thought to feize his due : But the the charm already tried: Thalia heard the call, and flew On fight of this celeftial prude, Apollo thought it vain to ftay; Nor in her prefence durft be rude; But made his leg, and went away. 30 35 40 He hop'd to find fome lucky hour, 45 When on their queen the mufes wait: But Pallas owns Ardelia's pow'r; For vows divine are kept by fate. Then, full of rage, Apollo spoke : Let ftubborn pride poffefs thee long, Of modeft poets be thou first; To filent fhades repeat thy verfe, Till Fame and Echo almoft burft, Yet hardly dare one line rehearse. And laft, my vengeance to complete, May you descend to take renown, -Prevail'd on by the thing you hate, A Whig*, and one that wears a gown. *IMPROMPTU. To Lady WINCHELSEA. 50 55 60 Occafioned by four fatirical verfes on women-wits in The rape of the lock. N vain you boast poetic names of yore, IN And cite thofe Sapphos we admire no more: Fate doom'd the fall of ev'ry female wit; I knew Ardelia could not quote the best; • To understand what the Doctor meaneth by a Whig in this paffage, confult vol. iii. p. 231. 1. 27. &c. |