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Each pleasing Blount shall endless smiles bestow, And soft Belinda's blush for ever glow.
Oh lasting as those Colours may they shine, Free as thy stroke, yet faultless as thy line ; New graces yearly like thy works display, 65 Soft without weakness, without glaring gay ; Led by some rule, that guides, but not con
strains; And finish'd more through happiness than pains. The kindred Arts shall in their praise conspire, One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. 70 Yet should the Graces all thy figures place, And breathe an air divine on ev'ry face ; Yet should the Muses bid my numbers roll Strong as their charms, and gentle as their soul; With Zeuxis' Helen thy Bridgewater vie,
75 And these be sung till Granville's Myra die: Alas! how little from the grave we claim ! Thou but presery'st a Face, and I a Name.
Henrietta, Countess of Godolphin, afterwards Dutchess of Marlborough ; Anne, Countess of Sunderland; Elizabeth, Countess of Bridgewater; and Mary, Dutchess of Montagu. Their portraits are at Blenheim. Lady Bridgewater, whom Jervas affected to be in love with, and who amused herself at his expense, was the most beautiful of the four sisters. She died, March 1713-14, aged 27. In 1720, her husband was created Duke of Bridgewater,
Bowles. Ver. 60. Worsley's eyes :] This was Frances Lady Worsley, Wife of Sir Robert Worsley, Bart. of Appuldercombe, in the Isle of Wight; Mother of Lady Carteret, Wife of John Lord Carteret, afterwards Earl Granville. There is an excellent letter of this Lady to Dr. Swift in his Letters, p. 77.
MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT,
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
OH be thou blest with all that Heay'n can send,
5 But like a Sieve let ev'ry blessing through, Some joy still lost, as each vain year runs o'er, And all we gain, some sad Reflection more; Is that a Birth-day? 'tis alas ! too clear, 'Tis but the Fun’ral of the former year.
Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
Ver. 10. 'Tis but the Fun'ral] Immediately after this line were these four following, in the original :
“ If there's no hope, with kind tho' fainter ray,
To gild the evening of our future day;
The same dull story, Mordaunt, thou did'st well!” Colonel Mordaunt, who destroyed himself, though not under the pressure
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Ver. 15. Originally thus in the MS.
And oh since Death must that fair frame destroy,
MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT,
WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE.
gay thoughts the Loves and Graces shine,
Ver. 13. As smiling Infants, 8c.] There is a beautiful passage of this sort in Temple’s Essays :--" After all, life is like a froward child, that must be trifled with, and played with, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over."
The truest hearts for Voiture heay'd with sighs,
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 chase, But sets up one, a greater in their place:
Ver. 19. The Smiles) Alluding to an elegant epitaph on Voiture :
“ Etruscæ Veneres, Camænæ Iberæ,
Hermes Gallicus, et Latina Siren;