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Smit with the love of Sister-Arts we came, And met congenial, mingling flame with flame; Like friendly colours found them both unite, 15 And each from each contract new strength and
light. How oft in pleasing tasks we wear the day, While summer-funs roll unperceiv'd away? How oft' our flowly-growing works impart, While Images reflect from art to art ? 20 How oft review; each finding like a friend Something to blame, and something to commend? What flatt'ring scenes our wand'ring fancy
wrought, Rome's pompous glories rising to our thought! Together o'er the Alps methinks we fly, 25 Fir'd with Ideas of fair Italy. With thee, on Raphael's Monument I mourn, Or wait inspiring Dreams at Maro's Um : With thee repose, where Tully once was laid, Or seck some Ruin's formidable shade 30 While fancy brings the vanifh'd piles to view, And builds imaginary Rome a-new, Here thy well-study'd marbles fix our eye; A fading Fresco here demands a ligh:
Each heav'nly piece unwearied we compare, 35
appears This small, well-polith'd Gem, the * work of years! Yet ftill how faint by precept is exprest
41 The living image in the painter's breast? Thence endless streams of fair Ideas flow, Strike in the sketch, or in the picture glow; Thence Beauty, waking all her forms, fupplies 45 An Angel's sweetness, or Bridgewater's eyes.
Muse ! at that Name thy facred sorrows shed, Those tears eternal, that embalm the dead : Call round her Tomb each object of desire, Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire : 5 Bid her be all that chears or softens life, The tender fister, daughter, friend, and wife : Bid her be all that makes mankind adore ; Then view this Marble, and be vain no more !
Yet still her charms in breathing paint engage; Her modeft cheek (hall warm a future age. 56
NOTES. • Fresnoy employed above twenty Years in finishing his Poem. Þ.
Beauty, frail flow'r that ev'ry season fears,
60 Each pleasing Blount shall endless smiles bestow, And soft Belinda's blush for ever glow.
Oh lasting as those Colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line ; New graces yearly like thy works display,
65 Soft without weakness, without glaring gay; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains ; And finish'd more thro’ happiness than pains. The kindred Arts shall in their praise confpire, One dip the pencil, and one string the lyrc. 70 Yet should the Graces all thy figures place, And breathe an air divine on ev'ry face Yet should the Muses bid
numbers roll Strong as their charms, and gentle as their soul; With Zeuxis' Helen thy Bridgwater vie,
75 And these be sung 'till Granville's Myra die : Alas! how little from the grave we claim ! Thou but presery'ít a Face, and I a Name.
EPIS T L E
To Miss BLOUNT,
With the Works of VOITURE.
N these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces
shine, And all the Writer lives in ev'ry line; His easy Art may happy Nature seem, Trifles themselves are elegant in him. Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate, 5 Who without fatt'ry pleas'd the fair and great; Still with esteem no less convers'd than read; With wit well-natur'd, and with books well-bred: His heart, his mistress, and his friend did share, His time, the Muse, the witty, and the fair. Thus wisely careless, innocently gay, Chearful he play'd the trifle, Life, away; "Till fate scarce felt his gentle breath supprest, As smiling Infants sport themselves to rest. Ev’n rival Wits did Voiture's death deplore,
15 And the
gay mourn'd who never mourn'd before; Vol. VI.
The trueit hearts for l'oiture heav'd with fighs,
graver mortals be
Sex is by their forms confin’d, Severe to all, but most to Womankind; Custom, grown blind with Age, must be your
guide; Your pleasure is a vice, but not your pride; By Nature yielding, stubborn but for fame; 35 Mlade Slaves by honour, and made Fools by Name. Marriage may all thole petty Tyrants chase, But lets up one, a greater in their place ;
wish for change by those accurst, But the luft Tyrant ever proves the worst.
Well might you