His empire thus fecur'd, he flies To fport amid th' Idalian grove; Whofe feather'd choirs proclaim'd the joys, To fpread his nets which Venus wrought; To keep fecure the game they caught. The warblers, brifk with genial flame, Swift from the myrtle fhades repair; A willing captive cach became, And fweetlier carol'd in the fnare. When Hymen had receiv'd the prey, ; Regardlefs, while they wing'd their way, Alas! no fprightly note is heard, They pining drop their painted plumes. Cupid, afflicted at the change, To beg her aid to Venus run; She heard the tale, nor thought it strange, Pleafure grows languid with reftraint, OLIVIA. OLIV I A. I. OLIVIA's lewd, but looks devout, And fcripture-proofs she throws about, When first you try to win her: Baxter by day is her delight: No chocolate muft come in fight Before two morning chapters: But, left the spleen should spoil her quite, To raife her holy raptures. TO A LADY, SITTING BEFORE HER GLASS. I. Sfmooth and clear the fountain was In which his face Narciffus spy'd, II. The lark before the mirror plays, To die deluded in the net. Love may fuch frauds for you prepare, III. But, Chloris, whilft you there review Then fighing you would with your glass IV. Let Pride no more give Nature law, But free the youth your power enslaves : Her form, like yours, bright Cynthia faw Reflected on the crystal waves, Yet Love's image has appear'd impreft; But play'd fo lightly on your mind, It left no lafting print behind. TO THE SAME. READING THE ART OF LOVE. WHILST Ovid here reveals the various arts, Both how to polish, and direct their darts, Let meaner beauties by his rule improve, *Alexander. Like him refiftlefs, when you take the field Love founds the fignal, and the world must yield. “Et gladios aufim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis "Aut gladiis opus eft; opus eft mihi crine.—” OVID. Met. Lib. viii. WE fage Cartefians, who profess Ourfelves fworn foes to emptiness, Affert that fouls a tip-toe ftand This granted, can you think it strange A fattin cap i' th' elbow chair? |