But let not this, dear CALIA, now To rage thy breast incline; For why, fince you forgot your vow, ТНЕ СНО І СЕ. AD I, PYGMALION like, the pow'r HAD To make the Nymph I wou'd adore; Her fkin fhou'd be as lilies fair, Her limbs well turn'd, her air and mien Shou'd be diffus'd all o'er her face; This for her form: now for her mind; I'd have it open, gen'rous, kind, Void of all coquettish arts, And vain defigns of conquering hearts, Not sway'd by any views of gain, Nor fond of giving others pain; But foft, tho' bright, like her own eyes, I'd have her skill'd in ev'ry art That can engage a wand'ring heart; Know all the sciences of love, Yet ever willing to improve; To prefs the hand, and roll the eye, Το I'd have her to ftrict honour ty❜d, And there, beneath some filent grove, Some sparks of the poetic fire I fain would have her foul infpire, Enough, at least, to let her know What joys from love and virtue flow; Enough, at leaft, to make her wife, Prefer her books, and her own muse, And make her more than woman-kind. To YOUNG LADY, GOING TO THE WEST INDIES. OR universal sway design'd Fo To diftant realms CLORINDA flies, And fcorns, in one fmall ifle confin'd, To bound the conquefts of her eyes. From our cold climes to INDIA's fhore And rob us of our only day. Whilft Whilft ev'ry streaming eye o'erflows With tender floods of parting tears, Thy breaft, dear caufe of all our woes, Alone unmov'd, and gay appears. But ftill, if right the muses tell, The fated point of time is nigh, When grief fhall that fair bofom fwell, Tho' now, like PHILIP's fon, whofe arms You rove with unrefifted charms, And conquer both by fea and land; Yet when (as foon they must) mankind Shall all be doom'd to wear your chain, You too, like him, will weep to find No more unconquer'd worlds remain. |