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Tp, E fturdy mam, if he in love obtains,
In open pomp and triumph reigns :
The fubtile Woman, if fhe fhould fucceed,
Difowms the honour of the deed.
Though He, for all his boaft, is forc'd to yield,
Though fhe can always keep the field:
He vaunts his conqueft, fhe conceals her fhame ;
How partial is the voice of Fame!
WiiiLs T I am fcorched with hot defire,
In vain cold friendfhip you return ;
Your drops of pity on my fire,
Alas ! but make it fiercer burn.
Ah ! would you have the flame fuppreft,
'That kills the heart it heats too faft,
Take half my paffion to your breaft ;
The reft in mine fhall ever laft.
Whereon were all her G RAN d s o N s painted.
W W I E S S E N * and Nature held a long conteft, If She created, or He painted beft ; With pleafing thought the wondrous combat grew,
* William Wieffen, an eminent portrait painter, borm at the Hague in 1656. He learned the art of painting from Dodoens, and after fome time fpent with him, vifited England, and improved himfelf under Sir Peter Lely, whofe manmer he imitated with fuccefs. ** He had the “ honour,'* fays Mr. Pilkington, ** to be competitor with “ Sir Godfrey Kmeller, though the fuperiority was ai“ lowed to the latter, on account of that dignity and air “ which Kneller generally gave to his portraits ; however, “ the real merit of Wieffem as am arti[t, as alfo the polite“ nefs of his manners, £ecured to him the efteem of the “ great, and provided him employment as long as he “ lived." Diction AR y of PAINTER s, 4to, 1770, p. 695. He died 1687.
Vol. II. K. She,
She, flill form'd fairer ; He, ftill liker drew,
In thefe feven brethrem, they contended laft,
With art increas'd, their utmoft fkill they tried,
And, both well pleas'd they had themfelves furpafs'd
The Goddefs triumph'd, and the Painter dy'd.
That both, their fkill to this vaft height did raife,
Be ours the wonder, and be yours the praife :
For here, as in fome glafs, is well defcry'd
Only yourfelfthus often muftiply*d.
When Heavem had You and gracious Anna * made,
What more exalted beauty could it add ?
Having no nobler images in ftore, -
It but kept up to thefe, nor could do more }
Than copy well what it had fram'd before.
If in dear Burghley's generous face we fee
Obliging truth and handfome honefty : -
With all that world of charms, which foon will move
Reverence in men, and in the fair-ones love :
His every grace, his fair defcent affures,
He has his mother's beauty, fhe has yours :
Ifevery Cecil's face had every charm,
That thought can fancy, or that Heaven can form ;
Their beauties all become your beauty's due,
They are all fair, becaufe they're all like you.
If every Ca'ndifh great and charming look ;
From you that air, from you the charms they took.
In their each limb, your image is expreft ;
But on their brow firm ccurage ftands confeft ;
* Eldeft daughter of the Coumtefs. There,
There, their great father, by a ftrong increafe,
Adds ftrength to beauty, and compleats the piece :
Thus ftill your beauty, in your fons, we view,
Wieffen feven times one great perfe&tion drew ; $
Whoever fat, the pi&ture ftill is you.
So when the parent-fun, with genial beams,
Has animated many goodly gems,
He fees himfelf improv'd, while every ftone,
With a refembling light, refle&s a fun.
So when great Rhea many births had givem,
Such as might govern earth, and people Heaven ;
Her glory grew diffus'd, and fuller known,
She faw the Deity in every fon :
And to what God foe'er men altars rais'd,
Honouring the offspring, they the mother prais'd.
In fhort-liv'd charms let others place their joys,
Which ficknefs blafts, and certain age deflroys ;
Your ftronger beauty Time can ne'er deface,
*Tis ftill renew'd, and ftamp'd in all your race.
Ah ! Wieffem, had thy art been fo refin'd,
As with their beauty to have drawn their mind:
Through circling years thy labours would furvive,
And living rules to faireft virtue give, ?
To men unborn and ages yet to live :
*Twould ftill be wonderful, and ftill be new,
Againft what time, cr fpite, or fate, could do ;
Till thine confus'd with Nature's pieces lie,
And Qavendifh's name and Cecil's honour die.
Tiie Fox am a&tor's vizard found,
And peer'd, and felt, and turn'd it round:
Then threw it in contempt away,
And thus old Phaedrus heard him fay :
** What noble part canft thou fuftain,
On My BIR T H- D AY, July 2 r.
I. My dear, was born to-day,
So all myjolly comrades fay ;
They bring me mufick, wreaths, and mirth,
And afk to celebrate my birth :
* A periodical paper by Oldmixon, Maynwaring, and others, fet up in oppofition to the Examiner.