"The greatest is a friend; whose love
"Knows how to praise, and when reprove
"From fuch a treasure never part,

"But hang the jewel on your heart :
"And, pray, Sir, (it delights me) tell;
"You know this Author mighty well ?”
"Know him! d'ye queftion it? Ods-fifh!
"Sir, does a beggar know his dish?
"I lov'd him; as I told you, I

"Advis'd him "Here a ftander-by Twitch'd Damon gently by the cloke, And thus, unwilling, filence broke ;

“Damon, 'tis time we should retire :

"The man you talk with is Mat Prior. Patron through life, and from thy birth MY

friend,

Dorfet! to thee, this Fable let me send :

With Damon's lightnefs weigh thy folid worth:
The foil is known to fet the diamond forth :
Let the feign'd Tale this real moral give,
HOW MANY Damons, how FEW Dorsets, live!

THE

THE

FEMALE PHAETO N.

THUS Kitty, beautiful and young,

And wild as colt untam'd,

Bespoke the Fair from whence she sprung,
With little rage inflam'd:

Inflam'd with rage at fad restraint,
Which wife Mamma ordain'd;
And forely vext to play the Saint,
Whilft Wit and Beauty reign'd:

"Shall I thumb holy books, confin'd
With Abigails, forfaken?
Kitty's for other things defign'd,
Or I am much mistaken.

Must Lady Jenny frisk about,
And vifit with her coufins?

At balls muft SHE make all the rout,
And bring home hearts by dozens?

Lady Catharine Hyde, late duchefs of Queensberry.

What

What has the better, pray, than I,
What hidden charms to boast,
That all mankind for her should die;
Whilft I am scarce a toast?

Dearest Mamma! for once let me,
Unchain'd, my fortune try;
I'll have my Earl as well as She*,
Or know the reason why.

I'll foon with Jenny's pride quit score,
Make all her lovers fall:

They'll grieve I was not loos'd before;
She, I was loos'd at all."

Fondness prevail'd, Mamma gave way;

Kitty, at heart's defire, Obtain'd the chariot for a day,

And SET THE WORLD ON FIRE.

❤ The Earl of Effex married Lady Jane Hyde.

THE

WHEN Kneller's works of various graçe

Were to fair Venus shown; The Goddess spy'd in every face

Some features of her own,

Juft fo! (and pointing with her hand)
So fhone, fays fhe, my eyes *,
When from two Goddeffes I gain'd
An apple for a prize,

When in the glass, and river too,
My face I lately view'd,

Such was I, if the glass be true,

If true the crystal flood.

Lady Ranelagh.

VOL. II.

N

In

In colours of this glorious kind t

Apelles painted me;

My hair thus flowing with the wind,
Sprung from my native Sea.

Like this 1, diforder'd, wild, forlorn,
Big with ten thousand fears,
Thee, my Adonis, did I mourn,
Ev'n beautiful in tears.

But, viewing Myra plac'd apart,
I fear, fays fhe, I fear,
Apelles, that Sir Godfrey's art
Has far furpafs'd thine here.

Or I, a Goddess of the skies,
By Myra am undone,

And must refign to HER the prize,

The apple, which I won.

But, foon as he had Myra feen,:

Majestically fair,

The sparkling eye, the look serene,
The gay and eafy air;

With fiery emulation fill'd,

The wondering Goddess cry'd,

Apelles must to Kneller yield,

Or Venus must to Hyde.

Lady Salisbury.

Lady Jane, fifter to the duke of Douglas; afterwards

married to Sir John Stewart.

DAPHNE