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To great Apelles when young Ammon brought 1
The darling idol of his captive heart; And the pleas'd nymph with kind attention sat,
To have her charms recorded by his art:
The am'rous master own’d her potent eyes ;
Sigh'd when he look’d, and trembled as he drew; Each flowing line confirm’d his first surprise,
And as the piece advanc'd, the passion grew.
While Philip's son, while Venus' son was near,
What different tortures does his bosom feel! Great was the rival, and the god severe:
Nor could he hide his flame, nor durst reveal.
The prince, renown'd in bounty as in arms,
With pity saw the ill-conceald distress; Quitted his title to Campaspe's charms,
And gave the fair one to the friend's embrace.
books, and medals, which at his death * (March 27, 1737), he bequeathed to his only brother Robert Howard, Bishop of Elphin, who transported them to Ireland.
“Mr. Howard's picture was drawn by Dahl, very like, and published in mezzotinto about a year before his death. Howard himself etched from a drawing of Carlo Marati, a head of Padra Resta, the collector, with his spectacles on, turning over a large book of drawings.”
1 See Pliny's Natural History, B. 35. C. 10.
* He died in Pall-Mall, and was buried at Richmond. Walpole's Anecdotes, vol. iii. p. 156.
Thus the more beauteous Cloe sat to thee,
Good IIoward, emulous of the Grecian art: But happy thou, from Cupid's arrow free,
And flames that pierc'd thy predecessor's heart.
Had thy poor breast receiv’d an equal pain;
Had I been vested with the monarch's power; Thou must have sigh’d, unlucky youth, in vain ;
Nor from my bounty hadst thou found a cure.
Though to convince thee, that the friend did fee!
A kind concern for thy ill-fated care, I would have sooth'd the flame I could not heal;
Giv’n thee the world, though I withheld the fair
BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade
Still lay the god: the nymph surpris'd,
Her bodice half-way she unlac'd ;
The god awak’d; and thrice in vain
Flutt'ring the god, and weeping said, Pity poor Cupid, generous maid, Who happen’d, being blind, to stray, And on thy bosom lost his way ; Who stray'd, alas! but knew too well, He never there must hope to dwell : Set an unhappy prisner free, Who ne'er intended harm to thee.
To me pertains not, she replies, To know or care where Cupid flies; What are his haunts, or which his way ; Where he would dwell, or whither stray: Yet will I never set thee free: For harm was meant, and harm to me.
Vain fears that vex thy virgin heart !
Agreed : secure my virgin heart :
Thus she the captive did deliver;
E’er since that day the beauteous maid
BEHIND her neck her comely tresses tied,
d, my sister know: She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow:
Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighb'ring
grove, Sacred to soft recess, and gentle love. Go, with thy Cynthia, hurl the pointed spear At the rough boar, or chase the flying deer : I and my Cloe take a nobler aim : At human hearts we fling, nor ever miss the game.
CUPID AND GANYMEDE.
In Heaven, one holiday, you read
The god unhappily engag'd,
Ida's forest stood);