OR, THE

Receipt to form a BEAUTY.

HEN Cupid did his grandfire Jove

WHEN

intreat

To form fome beauty by a new receipt, Jove fent, and found far in a country scene Truth, innocence, good-nature, look se

rene :

From which ingredients first the dex'trous boy

Pick'd the demure, the aukward, and the

coy.

The Graces from the court did next provide Breeding, and wit, and air, and decent pride: Thefe Venus cleans'd from ev'ry fpurious grain

Of nice, coquet, affected, pert, and vain. Jove mix'd up all, and his best clay employ'd;

Then call'd the happy compofition Lloyd.

To the Honourable Mrs. FINCH,

Afterwards countess of Winchelsea,

Under her name of Ardelia.

HOEBUS,

PH

HOEBUS, now fhort'ning ev'ry fhade,
Up to the northern tropick came,

And thence beheld a lovely maid,
Attending on a royal dame.

The God laid down his feeble rays,
Then lighted from his glitt'ring coach;
But fenc'd his head with his own bays,
Before he durft the nymph approach.

Under thofe facred leaves, fecure
From common light'ning of the skies,
He fondly thought he might endure
The flashes of Ardelia's eyes.

The nymph, who oft had read in books
Of that bright God whom bards invoke,
Soon knew Apollo by his looks,

And guess'd his bus'ness e're he spoke.

He in the old celeftial cant

Confefs'd his flame, and swore by Styx Whate'er she would defire to grant--But wife Ardelia knew his tricks.

Ovid had warn'd her to beware

Of ftroling Gods, whofe ufual trade is,
Under pretence of taking air,
To pick up fublunary ladies.

Howe'er, she gave no flat denial,
As having malice in her heart;
And was refolv'd upon a trial

To cheat the God in his own art.

Hear my request, the virgin faid;
Let which I please of all the nine.
Attend, whene'er I want their aid,
Obey my call, and only mine.

By vow oblig'd, by paffion led,

The God could not refufe her pray'r: He wav'd his wreath thrice o'er her head, Thrice mutter'd fomething to the air.

And now he thought to feize his due:
But fhe the charm already try'd:

Thalia heard the call, and flew
To wait at bright Ardelia's fide.

On fight of this celeftial prude,
Apollo thought it vain to stay,
Nor in her prefence durft be rude,
-But made his leg, and went away.

He hop'd to find some lucky hour,
When on their queen the mufes wait:
But Pallas owns Ardelia's pow'r;

For vows divine are kept by fate.

Then, full of rage, Apollo spoke :
Deceitful nymph, I fee thy art;
And, though I can't my gift revoke,
I'll disappoint its nobler part.

Let ftubborn pride poffefs thee long,
And be thou negligent of fame;
With ev'ry mufe to grace thy song,
May'st thou despise a poet's name.

Of modeft poets be thou first;

To filent fhades repeat thy verse,
Till Fame and Echo almoft burft,
Yet hardly dare one line rehearse.

And laft, my vengeance to compleat,
May you descend to take renown,
Prevail'd on by the thing you hate,
A whig, and one that wears a gown.

* IMPROMPTU.

To Lady WINCHELSEA.

Occafion'd by four Satirical Verfes on Women-Wits in The Rape of the Lock.

N vain

IN

you boaft poetic names of yore, And cite thofe Sapphoswe admire no more: Fate doom'd the fall of ev'ry female wit; But doom'd it then, when firft Ardelia writ. Of all examples by the world confeft, I knew Ardelia could not quote the best; Who, like her miftrefs on Britannia's throne, Fights and fubdues in quarrels not her own. To write their praise you but in vain effay; Ev'n while you write, you take that praise

away:

Light to the stars the fun does thus reftore, But fhines himself till they are feen no more.

* EPIGRAM.

A Bishop by his neighbours hated

Has caufe to wifh himself tranflated:

But why fhou'd Hough defire tranflation, Lov'd and esteem'd by all the nation? Yet, if it be the old man's cafe,

I'll lay my life, I know the place: 'Tis where God fent fome that adore him, And whither Enoch went before him,