THE JUDGMENT OF VENUS. WHEN Kneller's works of various grace Some features of her own. Just so! (and pointing with her hand) When in the glass, and river too, In colours of this glorious kind 2 My hair thus flowing with the wind, Like this, disorder'd, wild, forlorn, Ev'n beautiful in tears. 1 Lady Ranelagh. 2 Lady Salisbury. 3 Lady Jane, sister to the Duke of Douglas; afterwards married to S'r John Stewart. But, viewing Myra plac'd apart, Or I, a goddess of the skies, And must resign to her the prize, The apple, which I won. But, soon as she had Myra seen, The sparkling eye, the look serene, The With fiery emulation fill'd, The wondering goddess cried, DAPHNE AND APOLLO: IMITATED, FROM THE FIRST BOOK OF OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. "Nympha, precor, Penei, mane." APOLLO. ABATE, fair fugitive, abate thy speed, Dismiss thy fears, and turn thy beauteous head; With kind regard a panting lover view; Less swiftly fly, less swiftly I'll pursue : キス Pathless, alas! and rugged is the ground, Some stone may hurt thee, or some thorn may wound. DAPHNE. (Aside.) This care is for himself, as sure as death! APOLLO. You fly, alas! not knowing whom you fly; DAPHNE. Thank you : I would not leave my native land. APOLLO. What is to come, by certain arts I know. 1 DAPHNE. Pish! Partridge 1 has as fair pretence as you. APOLLO. Behold the beauties of my locks DAPHNE. -A fig! That may be counterfeit, a Spanish wig. Who cares for all that bush of curling hair, Whilst your smooth chin is so extremely bare? APOLLO. 1 An almanac maker and astrologer at the beginning of the present (eighteenth century. See Swift's Miscellanies. DAPHNE. -That never shall be Daphne's choice : Syphacio had an admirable voice. APOLLO. Of every herb I tell the mystic power; DAPHNE. -Ours is a wholesome air; You'd better go to town, and practise there : APOLLO. For learning fam'd, fine verses I compose. DAPHNE. So do your brother quacks and brother beaux. APOLLO. From the bent yew I send the pointed reed, DAPHNE. Then, leaving me, whom sure you would not kill! In yonder thicket exercise your skill: Shoot there at beasts; but for the human heart, Your cousin Cupid has the only dart. APOLLO. Yet turn, O beauteous maid! yet deign to hear A love-sick deity's impetuous prayer ; O let me woo thee as thou wouldst be woo'd ! DAPHNE. First, therefore, be not so extremely rude. Next to my father's grotto sometimes come, Read the Courant with him, and let him know Upon his brother rivers, Rhine or Po. As any maid or footman comes or goes, Pull off your hat, and ask how Daphne does: Last, for the ease and comfort of my life, [wife. |