EBBA 33098
National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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STANZA'S.
To my Lady
SUNDERLAND
AT
TUNBRIDGE-WELLS. 1712.
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FAIR Nymph, ascend to Beauty's Throne,
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And Rule that radiant World alone:
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Let Favourites take thy Lower Sphere,
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Not Monarchs are thy Rivals here.
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The Court of Beauty built Sublime,
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Defies all Pow'rs but Heav'n and Time:
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Envy that clouds the Hero's Sky
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Aims but in vain her Spite so high.
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Not Bleinheims Field, nor Isters Flood,
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Nor Standards dy'd in Gallic Blood:
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Torn from the Foe add nobler Grace
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To CHURCHILL's House than SPENCER's Race.
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The Warlike Thunder of his Arms
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Is less Commanding than Her Charms;
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His Lightning strikes with less Surprize,
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Than sudden Glances from Her Eyes.
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His Captives feel their Limbs confin'd
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In Iron; She enslaves the Mind;
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We follow with a pleasing Pain,
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And Bless the Conqueror and the Chain.
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The Muse that dares in Numbers do
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What Paint and Pencils never knew;
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Faints at Her Presence in Despair,
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And owns th' Inimitable FAIR.
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FINIS.
LONDON:
Printed for E. Curll at the Dial and Bible against
St. Dunstan's Church in Fleetstreet, and Sold at
his Shop on Tunbridge-Walks. 1712. Price 2 d.
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