Emblems to teach a female wit Your riddle purpos'd to rehearse IV. Ten thoufand trifles light as these VI. When in my glafs I chanc'd to look, That ev'ry grace which thence I took VII. Reading thy verfe, Who heeds, faid I, My bloom, indeed, my little flow'r IX. Yet car'd I not what might prefage B 8 12 16 20 24 28 32 36 X. Why then I weep forbear to know I ever yet conceal'd from thee." XI. The fecret wound with which I bleed My answer to thy dubious verfe. ANSWER TO CLOE JEALOUS. IN THE SAME STYLE. The Author sick, YES, fate of my panting heart, "ES, faireft proof of beauty's pow'r, Nature points this my fatal hour, II. While now I take my last adieu, III. From Jealoufy's tormenting ftrife IV. Yet when fome better fated youth DE A BETTER ANSWER. 40 44 4 8 12 16 EAR Cloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face? Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit this caprice; nd (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. II. How canft thou prefume thou haft leave to destroy The beauties which Venus but lent to thy keeping? Thofe looks were defign'd to infpire love and joy; More ord❜nary eyes may ferve people for weeping. III. 8 To be vex'd at a trifle or two that I writ, What I fpeak, my fair Cloe, and what I write, fhews I court others in verfe, but I love thee in profe; V. The god of us verfemen (you know child) the Sun, If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run, VI. So when I am weary'd with wand'ring all day, VII. Then finifh, dear Cloe, this paftoral war, VENUS MISTAKEN. WHEN Cloe's picture was to Venus fhown, Surpris'd, the goddefs took it for her own; And what, faid the, does this bold painter mean? When was I bathing thus, and naked seen! 20 24. 28 Pleas'd Cupid heard, and check'd his mother's pride; And who's blind now, Mamma? the urchin cry'd. 4 "Tis Cloe's eye, and cheek, and lip, and breast: Friend Howard's genius fancy'd all the rest. VENUS ADVICE TO THE MUSES. ΤΗ HUS to the Muses spoke the Cyprian Dame, THE JUDGMENT OF VENUS. W were to fair Venus fhown, The goddess fpy'd in ev'ry face Some features of her own. II. Juft fo, (and pointing with her hand) When from two goddeffes I gain'd III. When in the glafs and river too Such was I, if the glafs be true, If true the cryftal flood. IV. In colours of this glorious kind Apelles painted me; My hair, thus flowing with the wind 12 12 16 6 |