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Yea, when the passed by or lane or nook,
Would greet the man who turn'd him to the Wall,
Nor ever did afkance like modest Virgin look. 45
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,
All up the filver Thames, or all adown;,
Ne Richmond's felf, from whofe tall front are ey'd Vales, fpires, meandring ftrcams, and Windfor's tow'ry pride....
Of a LADY finging to her Lute.
AIR Charmer, cease, nor make your voice's prize A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threatned vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once affail. We were too bleft with these inchanting lays, Which must be heav'nly when an Angel plays: But killing charms your lover's death contrive, Left heav'nly mufic fhould be heard alive. Orpheus could charm the trees, but thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no lefs than he: 10 A poet made the filent wood pursue,
This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too,
On a FAN of the Author's design, in which was painted the ftory of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
OME, gentle Air! th' Æolian fhepherd said,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives
And pities Procris, while her lover dies,
FALN would my Mufe the flow'ry Treasures fing
The Garden's Hope, and its expected fhade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine, And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing blossom promise more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
Where Dahpne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, 25