Upon his tranflation of THE VENETIAN TRIUMPH. THE winged Lion 's* not fo fierce in fight, With our tall fhips, whofe fails employ more air; Mov'd with a fuller and a nobler gale. ΤΟ Thus while your Muse spreads the Venetian story, You make all Europe emulate her glory: You make them blush weak Venice fhould defend The arms of Venice. And then you might our own high deeds recite, XXVII. TO A FRIEND, OF THE DIFFERENT SUCCESS OF THEIR LOVES. 22 THRICE happy Pair ! of whom we cannot know Sure love's an art best practised at first, And where th' experienced ftill profper worst! I with a diff'rent fate purfu'd in vain The haughty Cælia, till my just disdain A heart directed to a nobler love. ΤΟ 16 The scales are turn'd, her kindness weighs no more But there, from heav'n the blue ey'd virgin * falls, They that are foremost in that bloody race In love the victors from the vanquish'd fly; 25 They fly that wound, and they pursue that die. 28 XXVIII. TO ZELINDA. FAIREST piece of well-form'd earth! In trees, thro' all the boughs is spread; * Minerva. But virtues which in parents shine Make not like progress thro' the line. 15 20 He that the world subdu'd *, had been 'Tis art and knowledge which draw forth The hidden feeds of native worth: They blow those sparks, and make them rife 25 Into fuch flames as touch the fkies. To the old heroes hence was giv'n As your's, Zelinda! claims no less. Smile but on me, and you fhall fcorn, 30 35 Where your lov'd mother flept with Jove, And yet excufe the faultless dame, Thy matchlefs form will credit bring Alexander. 40 XXIX. TO MY LADY MORTON, On new-year's day, AT THE LOUVRE IN PARIS. MADAM! new years may well expect to find And fairest Morton now as much to her: 5 But thus to ftyle you Fair, your fex's praise, Gives you but myrtle, who may challenge bays. ro From armed foes to bring a Royal prize *, Shews your brave heart victorious as your eyes. If Judith, marching with the general's head, Can give us paffion when her story's read, What may the living do, which brought away, 15 Tho' a lefs bloody, yet a nobler prey; Who from our flaming Troy, with a bold hand, Snatch'd her fair charge, the Princess, like a brand? A brand! preferv'd to warm fome prince's heart, 19 And make whole kingdoms take her brother's† part. * Henrietta Maria, youngest daughter to K. Charles I. + K. Charles II. |