How fhould either Art avail us ? In her Looks, and in her Mien, Next to her, the matchlefs She, We fhall wonder moft at Thee. Then her Neck, and Breafts, and Hair, And her but my charming Fair Does in a thousand things excel, Which I must not, dare not tell. Touch it only here and there, Make her yet seem more divine, Your VENUS then may look like mine, You by her would VENUS draw. On Don ALONZO's being kill'd in Portugal upon Account of the Infanta, in the Year 1683. N fuch a Caufe no Mufe should fail IN To bear a mournful Part; 'Tis juft and noble to bewail The Fate of fall'n Defert. In vain ambitious Hopes defign'd If Love and Beauty had not join'd To raise a brighter Fire. I Amidst so many dang'rous Foes How weak the wifeft prove! Reafon itself would scarce oppofe, If from the glorious Height he falls, He greatly daring dies; Or mounting where bright Beauty calls, VOL. I. F The The SURPRIZE. Afely perhaps dull Crowds admire ; Safely But I, alas, am all on fire. Like him who thought in Childhood paft I durft have fworn I lov'd before, But what was all fuch Grief or Joy, Amusementy Amusement, Humour, Affectation, Whofe Raptures, bright as thofe above, Yet think not, Faireft, what I fing, Can from a Love Platonick spring; Am almost dying with Defire, With eager Wishes, ardent Thoughts, Prone to commit Love's wildeft Faults! And (as we are on Sundays told The lufty Patriarch did of old) Would force a Bleffing from thofe Charms, And grafp an Angel in my Arms. |