UPON THIS PASSAGE IN THE SCALIGERIANA.

"Les Allemans ne ce foucient pas quel Vin ils boivent

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pourveu que ce foit Vin, ni quel Latin ils parlent 66 pourveu que ce foit Latin."

WHEN you with High-Dutch Heeren dine,

Expect falfe Latin, and ftumm'd wine;

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk, who never think.

LORDS, knights, and 'fquires, the numerous band,

That wear the fair Mifs Mary's fetters,

Were fummon'd by her high command,
To fhew their paffions by their letters.

II. My

II.

My pen among the rest I took,

Left those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires, and look The power they have to be obey'd.

III.

Nor quality, nor reputation,

Forbid me yet my flame to tell,
Dear five years old befriends my paffion,
And I may write till she can spell.

IV.

For, while fhe makes her filk-worms beds
With all the tender things I fwear;
Whilft all the house my paffion reads,
In papers round her baby's hair;

She

V.

may receive and own my flame,

For, though the ftrictest prudes should know it, She '11 pafs for a moft virtuous dame,

And I for an unhappy poet.

VI.

Then too, alas! when the fhall tear
The lines fome younger rival fends;
She 'll give me leave to write, I fear,
And we shall still continue friends.

VII.

For, as our different ages move,

'Tis fo ordain'd, (would Fate but mend it!). That I fhall be past making love,

When he begins to comprehend it.

PAR

PARTIAL FAME,

I.

THE fturdy man, if he in love obtains,

In open pomp and triumph reigns:

The fubtile Woman, if she should fucceed,
Difowns the honour of the deed.

II.

Though He, for all his boaft, is forc'd to yield,
Though the can always keep the field:

He vaunts his conqueft, fhe conceals her fhame;
How partial is the voice of Fame!

TO CHLOE.

WHILST I am fcorched with hot desire,

In vain cold friendship you return;

Your drops of pity on my fire,

Alas! but make it fiercer burn.

Ah! would you have the flame supprest,
That kills the heart it heats too fast,
Take half my paffion to your breast;

The reft in mine fhall ever laft.

то

TO THE

RIGHT HONOURABLE.

The COUNTESS DOWAGER of DEVONSHIRE,

ON A

PIECE OF WIESSE N's,

Whereon were all her GRANDSONS painted.

WIESSEN and Nature held a long contest,

*

If She created, or He painted beft;

With pleafing thought the wondrous combat grew,

• William Wieffen, an eminent portrait painter, born at the Hague in 1656. He learned the art of painting from Dodoens, and after fome time spent with him, vifited England, and improved himself under Sir Peter Lely, whofe manner he imitated with fuccefs. "He had the "honour," fays Mr. Pilkington, "to be competitor with "Sir Godfrey Kneller, though the fuperiority was al"lowed to the latter, on account of that dignity and air "which Kneller generally gave to his portraits; however, "the real merit of Wieffen as an artist, as alfo the polite"nefs of his manners, fecured to him the esteem of the "6 great, and provided him employment as long as he "lived." DICTIONARY of PAINTERS, 4to, 1770, p. 695. He died 1687.

VOL. II.

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She,

She, fill form'd fairer; He, ftill liker drew,
In these seven brethren, they contended laft,

With art increas'd, their utmoft fkill they tried,
And, both well pleas'd they had themfelves furpafs'd
The Goddess triumph'd, and the Painter dy'd.
That both, their fkill to this vaft height did raise,
Be ours the wonder, and be yours the praise :
For here, as in fome glafs, is well defcry'd
Only yourself thus often multiply'd.

When Heaven had You and gracious Anna* made,
What more exalted beauty could it add ?
Having no nobler images in ftore,

It but kept up to these, 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 handsome honesty:

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With all that world of charms, which foon will move Reverence in men, and in the fair-ones love:

His every grace, his fair descent affures,

He has his mother's beauty, fhe has yours:

If every 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, because 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 courage stands confeft;

* Eldest daughter of the Countess.

There,