TO A PAINTER UPON HIS Drawing a LADY'S PICTURE. O fair a Semblance of fo fair a Face, What Hand but thine fuccessfully could trace? To blended Colours fo much Beauty give, As might a Lover's careful Eyes deceive. STRE SON G. TREPHON the young, the lovelieft Swain, Fair Celia lov'd, nor lov'd in Vain. Hymen Hymen had warranted Delight; But ftill the Sun, with hated Light, Deferr'd the Pleasures of the Night. To ease his Pain his Harp he ftrung, And charm'd the Wain of Night along, With his foft harmonious Song. I. Phxbus, Ruler of the Day, Swiftly drive the Hours away; In the Ocean drop the Light, And haften on the lazy Night, 11. If e'er thou heard'st a Lover's Vow, Propitious Phoebus hear me now; Since thou, who art the Sun, haft known Love's Fires burn fiercer than thine own, III. And when, by my Entreaties bow'd, Thou fet'ft in yonder Evening Cloud; In Thetis' Bofom thou may'ft lie, And truft the Day to Celia's Eye. IV. To her bright Look thy Rays will be, But what Aurora is to Thee: Envy shall make Thee later rife, With fuch foft Mufick did the Swain TH FROM BION, Imitated. HE Nine fair Daughters of Immortal Jove And yet difdain not kindly to Inspire The Man, whofe Breaft contains a purer Fire, Will ev'ry Pray'r and ev'ry Wish refuse. The spotless Image of his Soul displays. Unask'd Unask'd fhe infpires him with the tuneful Art, то ARISTUS IN Imitation of a SONNET of Milton. 1. Thou, who in thine early Bloom of Youth, (Tho' dark the Path, tho' rugged is the Way) Didft labour up the Hill of Heav'nly Truth, By Glory led, impatient of Delay ; And And now among those few most eminent art feen, II. Ariftus! in whofe Breaft the Heav'nly Mufe, That graces Phœbus, and the tuneful Nine: III. Ev'n as that Image, which Prometheus made, IV. When shall we meet; and when wilt thou reftore When shall we turn to Joy each fullen Hour, V. Then, fhall the burning Hearth with chearful Blaze The |