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Smit with the love of Sister-Arts we came, And met congenial, mingling flame with flame ; Like friendly colours found them both unite, 15 And each from each contract new strength and
light. How oft in pleasing tasks we wear the day, While summer-funs roll unperceiv'd away? How oft' our flowly-growing works impart, While Images reflect from art to art? 20 How oft review; each finding like a friend Something to blame, and something to commend? What flatt’ring scenes our wand’ring fancy
wrought, Rome's pompous glories rising to our thought! Together o'er the Alps methinks we fly, 25 Fir'd with Ideas of fair Italy. With thee, on Raphael's Monument I mourn, Or wait inspiring Dreams at Maro's Urn : With thee repose, where Tully once was laid, Or seek some Ruin's formidable shade: 30 While fancy brings the vanish'd piles to view, And builds imaginary Rome a-new, Here thy well-study'd marbles fix our eye ; A fading Fresco here demands a ligh:
Each heav'nly piece unwearied we compare, 35
How finish'd with illustrious toil appears
Muse! at that Name thy facred sorrows shed, Those tears eternal, that embalm the dead : Call round her Tomb each object of desire, Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire : 50 Bid her be all that chears or softens life, The tender filter, daughter, friend, and wife : Bid her be all that makes mankind adore ; Then view this Marble, and be vain no more !
Yet still her charms in breathing paint engage; Her modest cheek shall warm a future age. 56
NOTES. * Fresnoy employed above twenty Years in finishing his Poem. P.
Beauty, frail flow'r that ev'ry season fears,
Oh lasting as those Colours may they shine,
EPIST L E
To Miss BLOUNT,
With the Works of VOITURE.
TN these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces
shine, And all the Writer lives in ev'ry line; His easy Art may happy Nature seem, Trifles themselves are elegant in him. Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate, 5 Who without flatt'ry pleas’d the fair and great; Still with esteem no less convers’d than read; With wit well-natur’d, and with books well-bred: His heart, his mistress, and his friend did share, His time, the Muse, the witty, and the fair. 10
Thus wisely careless, innocently gay, Chearful he play'd the trifle, Life, away; "Till fate scarce felt his gentle breath supprest, As smiling Infants sport themselves to rest. Ev’n rival Wits did Voiture's death deplore, 15 And the gay mourn'd who never mourn'd before;
The trueit hearts for Voiture heav'd with fighs,
Let the strict life of graver mortals be
Too much your Sex is by their forms confin’d, Severe to all, but most to Womankind; Custom, grown blind with Age, must be your
guide ; Your pleasure is a vice, but not your pride; By Nature yielding, stubborn but for fame; 35 Made Slaves by honour, and made Fools by shame. Marriage may all those petty Tyrants chale, But lets up one, a greater in their place ; Well might you wish for change by those accurst, But the last Tvrant ever proves the worst.