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HE Things that make a Virgin please,
She that seeks, will find then there;
Rather Agreeable, than Gr
Irtue, dear Friend, needs no Defence,
An honest Mind, safely alone,
Leave me upon fomie Lybian Plain,
Earl of Roscommon to Mrs Philips, cal'dOrinda in Imitation of Horace. Integer Vitæ, dc.Ode 22.lib.8.
III. The Story of Pboebus and Dapbne applied. THirsis, a Youth of the inspired Train,
Fair Sacharifa lov'd, but lov'd in vain:
Tho unsuccessful, was not sung in vain ;
IV. On my Lady Isabella playing on the Lute. Such Uch moving Sounds, from such a careless Touch,
So unconcern'd herself, and we so much; What Art is this, that with so little Pains, Transports us thus, and o'er our Spirits reigns !
The trembling Strings about her Fingers crowd,
A Defcription of King Saul's two Daughters. SAi's Royal Houe two beaut’ous Daughters gracid,
Merab the first, Michal the younger narui'd, Both equally for different Glories fained. Merab with spacious Beauty fill'd the Sight, But too much Awe chastis'd the bold Delight. Like a calm Sea, which to th' enlarged View, Gives Pleasure, but gives Fear and Rev'rence too. Michal's tweet Looks clear and free Joys did move, And no less strong, tho much more gentle Love; Like virtuous Kings whom Men rejoice t'obey, Tyrants themselves less abfolute than they. Merab appear'd like some fair Princely Tower, Michal fome Virgin Queen's delicious Bower. All Beauties Stores in Little and in Great; But the contracted Beams fhoc fiercest Heat.
Of a Lady who writ in Praise of Mira. WH
HILE she pretends to make the Graces known,
Of matchless Mira, fhe reveals her own;
Under a Lady's Picture. SUCH Helen was; and who can blame the Boy,
; That in fo bright a Flame confuni'd his Troy? But had like Virtue shin'd in that fair Greek, The ani'rous Shepherd had not dar'd to feek, Or hope for Pity, but with silent Moan, And better Fate, had perished alone.
To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. CHloris, your self you fo excel,
When you vouchsafe to breath my Thought, That like a Spirit with this Spell Of my own Teaching I am caught. B 3