While many a Wretch who bears the Poet's Name, The heavenly Muse alone unpinion'd fings, She opens honeft Truth's obftructed Source, Defigns like thefe my Pencil rudely plan'd, Enough for me, if in thefe nameless Shades, Thus unobferv'd by mad Ambition's Gaze, ** may you with more fuccefsful Aim *Difcours fur l' Origine & les Fondemens de l' Inegalite par les Hommes. AN A N IMITATION of SPENSER. A I. Well known Vafe of fovraign Use I fing, Pleafing to Young and Old, and Jordan hight. The lovely Queen, and eke the haughty King Snatch up this Veffel in the murky Night: Ne lives there poor, ne lives there wealthy Wight, But ufes it in mantle brown or green; Sometimes it ftands array'd in gloffy white; And eft in mighty Dortours may be seen Of China's fragile earth, with azure Flowrets fheen. II. The Virgin comely as the dewy Rose, Here gently sheds the foftly-whifp'ring Rill; The Frannion, who ne Shame ne Bluthing knows, At once the Potter's gloffy Vafe does fill ; It whizzes like the Waters from a Mill. Here frouzy Housewives clear their loaded Reins; The Beef-fed Juftice, who fat Ale doth swill, Grafps the round-handled Jar, and tries, and strains, While flowly dribbling down the scanty Water drains. III. The Dame of Fraunce fhall without Shame convey This ready Needment to its proper Place; Yet fhall the Daugliters of the Land of Fay Learn better Amenaunce and decent Grace; Warm Blushes lend a Beauty to their Face, For Virtue's comely Tints their Cheeks adorn; Thus o'er the diftant Hillocks you may trace The purple Beamings of the infant Morn: Sweat are our blooming Maids-the sweetest Crea tures born. IV. None but their Husbands or their Lovers true When the foft Beavies feek the Bow'r by Pairs ; Think not, good Swain, that these are scornful Airs, Think not for Hate they fhun thine am❜rous Eye, Soon fhall the Fair Return nor done thee, Youth, to While Belgic frows acrofs a Charccal Stove (Replenish'd like the Veftal's lafting Fire) (dye. Bren for whole Years and Scorch the Parts of Love, No longer Parts that can delight infpire, Eift Cave of Blifs, now Monumental Pyre; Fair Venus' myftic Bow'r Dan Cupid's feather'd Seat. vi. So may your Hours foft-fliding feal away, Brave be the Youth for whom your Bofoms glow, Ne cther Joy but you the faithful Striplings know. 12 An |