Smit with the love of Sifter-Arts we came, And met congenial, mingling flame with flame; Like friendly colours found them both unite, And each from each contract new ftrength and light. 15 20 How oft in pleafing tasks we wear the day, Rome's pompous glories rifing to our thought! With thee, on Raphael's Monument I mourn, 25 30 Each heav'nly piece unwearied we compare, 35 Match Raphael's grace with thy lov'd Guido's air, Caracci's frength, Correggio's fofter line, Paulo's free ftroke, and Titian's warmth divine. VOL. VI. M * 41 50 How finish'd with illuftrious toil appears This fmall, well-polifh'd Gem, the work of years! Yet ftill how faint by precept is exprest The living image in the painter's breast? Thence endless streams of fair Ideas flow, Strike in the sketch, or in the picture glow; Thence Beauty, waking all her forms, fupplies 45 An Angel's sweetness, or Bridgewater's eyes. Mufe! at that Name thy facred forrows fhed, Those tears eternal, that embalm the dead: Call round her Tomb each object of defire, Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire: Bid her be all that chears or softens life, The tender fifter, daughter, friend, and wife: Bid her be all that makes mankind adore; Then view this Marble, and be vain no more! Yet ftill her charms in breathing paint engage; 55 Her modeft cheek shall warm a future age. Beauty, frail flow'r that ev'ry feason fears, Blooms in thy colours for a thousand years. Thus Churchill's race fhall other hearts surprize, And other Beauties envy Worfley's eyes; Each pleafing Blount fhall endless fmiles bestow, And foft Belinda's blush for ever glow. Oh lafting as those Colours may they shine, Free as thy ftroke, yet faultlefs as thy line; 60 * Frefnoy employed above twenty years in finishing his Poem, New graces yearly like thy works display, 65 70 Led by fome rule, that guides, but not conftrains; 75 EPISTLE To Mifs BLOUNT. With the WORKS of VOITURE. I N these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces shine, His eafy Art may happy Nature seem, 10 15 And the gay mourn'd who never mourn'd before; 20 Let the ftrict life of graver mortals be And, if it can, at once both please and preach. Have Humour, Wit, a native Eafe and Grace, 25 30 35 Too much your Sex is by their forms confin'd, Severe to all, but most to Womankind; Cuftom, grown blind with Age, must be your guide; Your pleasure is a vice, but not your pride; By Nature yielding, stubborn but for fame; Made Slaves by honour, and made Fools by fhame. Marriage may all those petty Tyrants chase, But fets up one, a greater in their place; Well might you wish for change by those accurft, But the last Tyrant ever proves the worst. Still in constraint your fuff'ring Sex remains, Or bound in formal, or in real chains: Whole years neglected, for fome months ador'd, The fawning Servant turns a haughty Lord, Ah quit not the free innocence of life, 40 45 For the dull glory of a virtuous Wife ; Nor let falfe Shews, nor empty Titles please: Aim not at Joy, but reft content with Ease. |