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The ARGUMENT. The Proposition. An Invocation of the most Beautiful
Deities. The Poet deduces the Cause of Beaury, according as it is esteem'd in different countries, by applying the Story of Pandora to his purpose. He sets down the Conditions of chusing a fit Pair to procreate a handsome Offspring, and ends with the approaching Nuptials. He likewise by way of Digression inveighs against the Covetousness of the Age, which blindly seeks after a large Portion rather than an agreeable Temper and Constitution. An Apostrophe to the preSent King of France, wherein he proposes what kind of Lady he would wisho him to chuse for his Royal Conforts who might bring him a Beautiful Race of Chil, dren.
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What forms the lovely Girl and manly
What kindly Stars the juster Features trace, What happy Influence bestows the Grace, And breathes the Bloom Divine upon the beauteous Face; What secret Springs the forming Fancy move, What Force the Mind exerts in genial Love, How the fair' Soul is in the Body feen, And outward Beauty Speaks the Worth within, Inflowing Verse attempts the willing Muse, And tunefully the pleasing Theme pursues. Hear, Oh! ye fairest of the Nymphs divine, Ye Graces hear, and to the Task incline: And thou great Mother of Almighty Love, If once in Phrygian Ida's facred Grove Thy Form victorious did the Prize obtain, By the just Judgment of the righteous Swain, Hear and inspire thy soft Idalian Strain. So shall Delight my happy Labours bless, And pleasing Thoughts in pleasing Numbers dress : So shall my grateful Verse thy Laws impart, And teach Mankind with Joy the Genial Art. ,
WHENE'ER in times to come it shall betide,
That the kind Bridegroom would instruct his Bride,
My Verse shall by the skilful Youth be read
To the dear Partner of bis Nuptial Bed ;
The Mufe instructive shall their Off-spring grace,
And form the future Honours of their Race ;
Beauty the long successive Line shall crown,
And no deform’d unsightly Birth be known:
In ev'ry Face the Cyprian Queen shall reign,
And mutually adorn the Nymph and Swain.
You who a Parent's pleasing Hopes conceive,
Who lovely Patterns of your selves would leave;
You to whose Care the Rites of Love belong,
Attend and listen to my useful Song.
If soft tbe Verse, if sweet the Numbers flow,
A Myrtle Wreath my juft Reward bestow,
And bind with grateful Hands your Poet's learned Brow.
BUT first, my Muse, describe the doubtful Fairy
Beauty's Celestial Essence first declare ;
The sacred Substance of the Goddess tell,
And in what Forms the most delights to dwell ;
What Honours on the noblest Fronts are spread,
What Rofes paint the Cheeks with brightest red;
What Colours best become the flowing Hair,
What Locks most graceful wanton in the Air ;
Whar Lips the sweetest breathe the fragrant Bliss,
And swell the softest to the melting Kiss ;
What Hands are fashiond in the finest Mold,
What circling Atmis do best the Lover hold,
And press him with the closest, kindex Fold.
BUT Oh! confus:d and dark the Question lies, Berplex'd the Caule, and Doubts on Doubts arise.
Each as he loves his diff'ring Praise bestows,
This Youth to snowy Amaryllis bows,
While that to brown Lycoris pays his Vows :
Daphnis in Flavia's yellow Ringlets bound,
Admires the Nymphs with golden Tresses crown'd;
While Thyrfis doating on the Jetty Black,
Starts at the burning Gold, and Aies with Horror back.
Some Eyes all Hearts with lively Grey subdue,
Some with the Languifh of the lovely Blue;
Some the fond Rage with sparkling Black inspire,
Ouick shoot the Flames, and kindle up the Fire.
Some Swains the flender-wasted Virgin prize,
And loath the bulky Fat's unwieldy Size :
While some the thin, the shadowy Form deteft,
And chuse to press the plump luxuriant Breast,
On full Delights their Wishes to employ,
Grasp the substantial Fair, and fate themselves with Joy.
Such are the various Springs our Passions move,
And such the many Herelies of Lovc.
Thus is the Mind by blind Desire betray’d,
Thus by fantastick Fancy are we sway'd,
We like, we love, then deify the Maid.
NOR only Man to yarious Thoughts inclind,
Finds differing Beauties in the softer Kind,
But ev'n his own majestick Form surveys,
As partial Nations differ in their Praise.
Mark how the swarthy Æthiop, fond of Night,
Disdains the Cheeks with blended Roses brighe,
And paints the Fiends and Stygian Furies white,
How did the servile flattering East commend
The Nose high rising with an arched Bend;
When first that femblant Form was fam'd to grace
The mighty Median Monarch's warlike Face,
Cyrus, whose Hand did Assa's Scepter fway,
And taught the wealthy Cræfus to obey ;
Wide o'er the Lydian Realm he stretch'd his Reign,
And bound the Royal Miser in his Chain.
Here might my Verse the fairelt Gaul recount,
Here paint his flowing Curls and spacious Front.
Or here che tawny Spaniard might I trace,
His Looks obscure describe, his gloomy Grace,
And rusty Blood diffusod upon his dusky Face.
Full of himself the Pigmy Form appears,
Swells to the Clouds, and menaces the Stars ;
Ey'n he, tho by unhappy Lot he lies
Beneath unkindly Suns, and western Skies,
Disdains the German, manly made and strong,
And calls the Fashion of his Arms too long;
Prunes his hard Visage up, and with a Smile
Scorns the soft Bloom of Britain's happy Ide.
BU T fay, my Muse, whence things that seem so clear, So doubtful to discording Man appear; From happier Times of old deduce thy Verse, And how it first befel, in Order just rehearse.
WHEN firft this Infant World its Form puedo, ? When Time and beauteous Order firft begun, And rich with native Grace the new Creation lonez S