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On Mrs. Tofts.

By the fame Hand.

Hen the Pierian Maids with Glorious aim,

Challeng'd the Muses, and engag'd for Fame; Had the bright Train affum'd your winning

Air,

Tuneful as you appear'd, and like you fair Jove's Race had loft that Battle of the Voice, And more than one way vanquifh'd, chang'd by choice.

UPON

The Death of a Fair Maiden Lady.

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By the fame Hand.

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Pollo's Darling gave his utmoft Aid,
To check the Tyrant, and preferve the
Maid;

Death, that fubdues the Fair, and mocks the
Wife,

Balk'd his defigns, and fnatch'd the lovely Prize;

The God enrag'd stood by, and blush'd to

Own

A Fiend more pow'rful than his Fav'rite Son;
At last he said: Be this thy future Aim,
To Mourn the Charmer, and Record her
Fame;

In fpite of Fate one Glorious Task remains,
Make her at least Immortal in thy Strains.'

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On

On the Death of the Celebrated
Mrs. Tempest.

By another Hand.

Evengeful Phabus ftop'd his healing
Pow'r,

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Nor would the Fair, fo much his Foe, restore, Whofe Conqu❜ring Eyes eclips'd his brightest Rays,

Infpir'd our Verfe, and blafted all his Bays: The Triple God half fear'd his other part, Lovers confulting Beauty more than Art; Die then, he faid, thou Glorious Charmer, Die,

And let Mankind be robb'd as well as I,

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A Lady playing with a Snuff-box.

By Another Hand.

So fports the Charming Fair with Darts,

And, thus regardless, takes our Hearts; Her Slaves are num'rous as these Grains, But more diftructive prove her Chains; Those have a fhort-liv'd pow'r to please, And vanish in a gentle Sneeze; But these work inward, and will stay, Too mighty to be blown away.

Seeing a Lady upon a Violet-bed.

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By the fame Hand.

H would the Cynthian God defcend, And me with speedy Death befriend, I'd meet with joy the fatal blow, And turn'd to Vi'let,cheat my woe;

Then

Then I might bloom, like happy these,
And fo transform'd, expect to Please ;
Did the just reason of my Pray'r
But reach the great Apollo's Ear,
Thee Hyacinth, he'd ceafe to Moan,
And rather wish thy Doom his own.

To His Grace the Duke of Marlborough, on bis late Successes in FLANDERS.

By another Hand.

While You, my Lord, with an extensive

Hand,

O'er diftant Provinces hold wide Command, Mean are thofe Honours which the Muse can give,

That in your Name alone afpires to live.
She fees with Rapture Your Victorious Arms,
The Dawn of Liberty's tranfporting Charms;
Tries her young Pinions, and would foar on
high,

But dazzled, downward is compell'd to fly.
Yet who in Silence can fuch Bleffings fhare!
Thanks to the Gods a pleasing tribute are.