When in the glass, and river too, My face I lately view'd, Such was I, if the glafs be true, In colours of this glorious kind* My hair thus flowing with the wind, Like this †, diforder'd, wild, forlorn, But, viewing Myra plac'd apart, Or I, a Goddess of the fkies, And muft refign to her the prize,. The apple, which I won. But, foon as she had Myra seen, Majeftically fair, The fparkling eye, the look ferene, The gay and easy air; With fiery emulation fill'd, The wondering Goddess cry'd, Or Venus muft to Hyde. *Lady Salisbury. Lady Jane, fifter to the duke of Douglas; afterwards, married to Sir John Stewart. 3 DAPHNE DAPHNE AND APOLLO: Imitated, from the firft Book of OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. "Nympha, precor, Penei, mane." APOLLO. ABATE, fair fugitive, abate thy fpeed, Difmifs thy fears, and turn thy beauteous head; With kind regard a panting lover view; Some stone may hurt thee, or fome thorn may wound. This care is for himself, as fure as death One mile has put the fellow out of breath; 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. DAPHNE. Fish! Partridge has as fair pretence as you. APOLLO. Behold the beauties of my locks DAPHNE. A fig ! That may be counterfeit, a Spanish wig. I fing APOLLO. DAPHNE. That never fhall be Daphne's choice: Syphacio had an admirable voice. APOLLO. Of every herb I tell the myftic power; To certain health the patient I restore ; Sent for, carefs'd DAPHNE. Ours is a wholesome air; You'd better go to town, and practise there : APOLLO. For learning fam'd, fine verfes I compofe. So do your brother quacks and brother beaux. APOLLO. From the bent yew I fend the pointed reed, Sure of its aim, and fatal in its fpeed. DAPHNE. DAPHNE. Then, leaving me, whom sure you would not kill! In yonder thicket exercise your skill: Shoot there at beafts; but for the human heart, APOLLO. Yet turn, O beauteous maid! yet deign to hear, O let me woo thee as thou would'st be woo'd! First, therefore, be not fo extremely rude. Read the Courant with him, and let him know Upon his brother-rivers, Rhine or Po. That you refpe&t me; that, you know, looks well. } Next, nota bene, you fhall never rove, Nor take example by your father Jove. Laft, for the cafe and comfort of my life, Make me your (Lord! what startles you?) your wife. Fourfcore; you 're good at numbers, let us fee, away, dear You know your And let another Daphne have her reign. Now love, or leave, my dear; retreat, or follow: I Daphne (this premis'd) take thee Apollo. And may I fplit into ten thousand trees, If I give up on other terms than these ! She said; but what the amorous God reply'd } (So Fate ordain'd) is to our fearch deny'd; By |