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In whom th' extremes of pow'r and beauty move,
The Queen of Britain, and the Queen of Love!
As the bright,sun (to which we owe no fight
Of equal glory to your beauty's light)
Is wifely plac'd in fo fublime a feat,

T'extend his light and moderate his heat;
So, happy 't is you move in such a sphere,
As your high Majefty with awful fear
In human breasts might qualify that fire,

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Which kindled by those eyes had flamed higher 20
Than when the fcorched world like hazard run
By the approach of the ill-guided fun.

No other nymphs have title to men's hearts,
But as their meannefs larger hope imparts:
Your beauty more the fondeft lover moves
With admiration than his private loves;
With admiration! for a pitch fo high

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(Save facred Charles his) never love durft fly.
Heav'n that preferr'd a fceptre to your hand,
Favour'd our freedom more than your con.mand: 30
Beauty had crown'd you, and you must have been
The whole world's mistress, other than a Queen.
All had been rivals, and you might have spar'd,
Or kill'd and tyranniz'd, without a guard,
No pow'r achiev'd, either by arms or birth,
Equals Love's empire both in heav'n and earth.
Such eyes as your's on Jove himself have thrown
As bright and fierce a lightning as his own:

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Witness our Jove, prevented by their flame
In his swift paffage to th' Hefperian danie:
When, like a lion, finding in his way
To fome intended spoil a fairer prey,
The royal youth pursuing the report
Of beauty, found it in the Gallick court:
There publick care with private paffion, fought 45
A doubtful combat in his noble thought:
Should he confefs his greatnefs and his love,
And the free faith of your great brother * prove;
With his Achates † breaking thro' the cloud
Of that disguise which did their graces fhroud; ૩૦
And mixing with those gallants at the ball,
Dance with the ladies, and outshine them all;
Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride?-
So when the fair Leucothoë he espy'd,

To check his fleeds impatient Phabus yearn'd, 55
Tho' all the world was in his courfe concern'd.

What may hereafter her meridian do,

Whofe dawning beauty warm'd his bofom fo?
Not fo divine a flame, fince deathlefs gods,
Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes

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D. of Buckingham.

Of men, in any mortal breaft did burn;
Nor fhall, till Piety and they return.

Lewis XIII. K. of France.

III.

TO THE

QUEEN-MOTHER OF FRANCE,

UPON HER LANDING,

GREAT Queen of Europe! where thy offspring wears
All the chief crowns; where princes are thy heirs ;
As welcome thou to fea-girt Britain's fhore,
As erst Latona (who fair Cynthia bore)
To Delos was: here shines a nymph as bright,
By thee difclos'd with like increase of light.
Why was her joy in Belgia confin'd?
Or why did you so much regard the wind?

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Scarce could the ocean (tho' enrag'd) have tost
Thy fov'reign bark, but where th' obfequious coaft 19
Pays tribute to thy bed. Rome's conqu'ring hand
More vanquifh'd nations under her command
Never reduc'd. Glad Berecynthia fo

Among her deathlefs

progeny did go;

A wreath of tow'rs adorn'd her rev'rend head,
Mother of all that on ambrofia fed.

Thy godlike race muft fway the age to come,
As the Olympus peopled with her womb.

Would thofe commanders of mankind obey
Their honour'd parent, all pretences lay
Down at your royal feet, compose their jars,
And on the growing Turk discharge thefe wars ;

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The Chriftian knights that facred tomb should wrest
From Pagan hands, and triumph o'er the East:
Our England's Prince, and Gallia's Dolphin, might
Like young Rinaldo and Tancredi fight:
In fingle combat by their fwords again
The proud Argantes and fierce Soldan flain:
Again might we their valiant deeds recite,
And with your Tuscan Muse* exalt the fight.

IV.

THE COUNTRY,

TO MY LADY OF CARLISLE.

MADAM, of all the facred Mufe infpir'd,
Orpheus alone could with the woods comply;
Their rude inhabitants his fong admir'd,
And Nature's felf, in those that could not lie:
Your beauty next our folitude invades,
And warms us fhining thro' the thickeft fhades.

Nor ought the tribute which the wond'ring court
Pays your fair eyes, prevail with you to fcorn
The answer and confent to that report
Which, echo-like, the country does return:
Mirrors are taught to flatter, but our springs
Prefent th' impartial images of things.

A rural judge † dispos'd of beauty's prize;
A fimple shepherd† was preferr'd to Jove;
+ Paris.

* Taffo.

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Down to the mountains from the partial skies,
Came Juno, Pallas, and the Queen of Love,
To plead for that which was so justly giv'n
To the bright Carlisle of the court of heav'n.

Carlifle! a name which all our woods are taught
Loud as their Amaryllis to refound:

Carlifle! a name which on the bark is wrought
Of ev'ry tree that's worthy of the wound.

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From Phoebus' rage our fhadows and our streams May guard us better than from Carlisle's beams. 24

V.

TO PHYLLIS.

PHYLLIS! 't was love that injur'd you,
And on that rock your Thyrfis threw,
Who for proud Cælia could have dy'd,
While you no lefs accus'd his pride.

Fond Love his darts at random throws,
And nothing springs from what he fows:
From foes difcharg'd as often meet
The fhining points of arrows flect,

In the wide air creating fire,

As fouls that join in one defire.

Love made the lovely Venus burn

In vain, and for the cold youth † mourn, + Adonis.

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