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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, Soft without weakness, without glaring gay; Led by some rule, that guides, but not constrains;
And finish'd more through happiness than pains.
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.
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. Warton.
MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT,
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Oн be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send, Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
"If there's no hope, with kind tho' fainter ray,
To gild the evening of our future day;
If every page of life's long volume tell
The same dull story, Mordaunt, thou did'st well!"
Ver. 10. 'Tis but the Fun'ral] Immediately after this line were these four following, in the original :
Colonel Mordaunt, who destroyed himself, though not under pressure of any ill or misfortune.
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Ver. 15. Originally thus in the MS.
And oh since Death must that fair frame destroy,
In some soft dream may thy mild soul remove,
MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT,
WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE.
In these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces shine,
Ver. 13. As smiling Infants, &c.] 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." Bowles.
The truest hearts for Voiture heav'd with sighs,
Let the strict life of graver mortals be A long, exact, and serious Comedy; In ev'ry scene some Moral let it teach, And, if it can, at once both please and preach. Let mine an innocent gay Farce appear, And more diverting still than regular, Have humour, wit, a native ease and grace, Tho' not too strictly bound to time and place; Critics in Wit, or Life, are hard to please, Few write to those, and none can live to these. 30 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; 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:
"Etrusca Veneres, Camœnæ Iberæ,
Ver. 19. The Smiles] Alluding to an elegant epitaph on Voiture: