XXXIII. Bright Swords, and crested Helms, and pointed Spears In artful Piles around the Work fhall lye; And Shields indented deep in ancient Wars, Blazon'd with Signs of GALLIC Heraldry; And Standards with diftinguish'd Honors bright, Marks of high Pow'r and National Command, Which VALOIS' Sons, and BOURBON's bore in Fight, Or gave to Foix', or MONTMORANCY'S Hand: Great Spoils, which GALLIA must to Britain yield, From CRESSY's Battel fav'd, to grace RAMILLIA'S Field, XXXIV. And as fine Art the Spaces may dispose, The knowing Thought and curious Eye fhall fee The NORTHERN Thistle, whom no Hoftile Hand Beneath, Great QUEEN, oh! very far beneath, CAN CANTATA. Set by Monfieur GALLIARD. RECT BENEATH a verdant Lawrel's ample Shade, His Lyre to mournful Numbers ftrung, Potent VENUS, bid Thy Son Sound no more His dire Alarms. Sound no more His dire Alarms. Yet, VENUS, why do I each Morn prepare And why all Night purfue Her in my Dreams, RE CIT Thus fung the Bard; and thus the Goddess spoke : Ev'ry State, and ev'ry Age. Shall own My Rule, and fear. My Rage: Bid Thy deftin'd Lyre difcover Soft Defire, and gentle Pain: Often praife, and always love Her: Thro' her Ear her Heart obtain. Verfe fhall please, and Sighs fhall move Her: CUPID does with PHOEBUS reign. Her Right Name. AS NANCY at Her Toylet fat, Admiring This, and blaming That ; Tell Me, She faid; but tell Me true; The Nymph who cou'd your Heart fubdue, What Sort of Charms does She possess ? · Abfolve Me Fair One: I'll confefs; With Pleasure I reply'd. Her Hair, In Ringlets rather dark than fair, Does down her Iv'ry Bofom roll, And hiding Half, adorns the Whole. In her high Forehead's fair half-round LOVE fits in open Triumph crown'd: He in the Dimple of her Chin, In private State by Friends is feen. Her Eyes are neither black, nor grey;" Nor fierce, nor feeble is their Ray: Their dubious Luftre feems to fhow Something that speaks nor Yes, nor No. Her Lips no living Bard, I weet, May fay, how Red, how Round, how Sweet: Old HOMER only cou'd indite Their vagrant Grace, and foft Delight: Written in an OVID.. VID is the fureft Guide, You can name, to fhow the Way To any Woman, Maid, or Bride, Who refolves to go aftray. A TRUE No, MAID. O, no; for my Virginity, TEN ANOTHER. EN Months after FLORI MEL happen'd to wed, And was brought in a laudable Manner to Bed; She warbl'd Her Groans with fo charming a Voice, That one half of the Parish was ftun'd with the Noife. But when FLORIMEL deign'd to lie privately in, Ten Months before She and her Spouse were a-kin; She chose with fuch Prudence her Pangs to conceal, That her Nurse, nay her Midwife, fcarce heard her once fqueal. Learn, Husbands, from hence, for the Peace of your Lives,' That Maids make not half such a Tumult, as Wives. AREASONABLE AFFLICTION. ON His Death-Bed poor LUBIN lies; His Spouse is in Despair: With frequent Sobs, and mutual Cries, A diff'rent Cause, fays Parfon SLY, Poor LUBIN fears, that He fhall Die; His Wife, that He may Live. Ano |