Fair written Name, but deeper in my Heart;
A Diamond cannot cut like Cupid's Dart.
Quickly the Cordial of her Health apply;
For when I cease to toast bright Kirk, I die.
Mrs. DI. KIRK.
So many Charms Di. Kirk furround,
'Tis pity fhe's unkind;
Her conqu❜ring Eyes, not feeing, Wound,
As Love darts home, tho' blind.
Mrs. LONG E.
By the Lord Wharton.
Fill the Glass; let Hautboys found,
Whilft bright Long-ies Health goes round:
With eternal Beauty bleft,
Ever blooming, ftill the beft;
Drink your Glafs, and think the reft.
Lady MANCHESTER.
By Mr Addifon.
While haughty Gallia's Dames, that spread
O'er their pale Cheeks an artful Red,
Beheld this beauteous Stranger there,
In native Charms divinely fair;
Confufion in their Looks they fhow'd,.
And with unborrow'd Blushes glow'd.
Mrs. NICHOLAS.
Unrival'd Nicholas, whofe victorious Eyes,
Love for a Place of Arms with Darts fupply'd,
Does on the Toafters like fair Phoebe rife,
To rule their Wines, and Paffion's mighty Tide,
Phabus, from whom this Fair her Wit derives,
No Toaft beholds, tho' round the World he drives,
That charms fo much, or has fuch Conqueft won,
As this bright Daughter of his Darling Son.
Lady ORRER Y.
Here close the Lift, here end the Female Strife;
View here the Dawn of Heav'n, and Joys of Life.
Nature, to warm the World into Defire,
Makes Dorfet's Charms in her foft Sex confpire,
His youthful Form, and his immortal Fire.
Lady RANNE LAGH.
The God of Love, aided by Cecill's Charms,
Upon his Rival Bacchus turns his Arms;
When her Idea govern'd in the Heart,
Ev'n Wine encreases, which fhou'd cure the Smart.
Dutchess of RICHMOND.
Of Two fair Richmonds different Ages boast,
Theirs was the first, and ours the brighter Toast;
Th' Adorers Offerings prove who's moft Divine,
They facrific'd in Water, we in Wine.
Dutchess of RICHMOND.
By L. Carberry.
Richmond has Charms that continue our Claim,
To lay hold of the Toast that belongs to the Name.
Lady SUNDERLAND.
By the Lord Hallifax.
All Nature's Charms in Sunderland appear,
Bright as her Eyes, and as her Reason clear:
Yet ftill their Force, to Men not fafely known,
Seems undiscover'd to herself alone.
Lady SUNDERLAND's Picture, with thefe Words under,
Learn by this Portrait, how the Kit-cats Toaft;
How Charming those can fuch-like Features boast.
From Nature's Hand this vaft Profufion came,
And with as bright a Soul inform'd the Frame.
She with no haughty Airs her Triumphs views,
So her great Father looks when Countries he fub-
dues.
Mrs. STANHOPE,
Soon as one Phoenix fought her kindred Skies,
A brighter rofe, and bleft our wond'ring Eyes;
Then in a chearful Bowl diffolve your Cares,
Since faft as Heav'n deprives, the Court repairs,
Madamofelle SPANHEIME.
By the Lord Hallifax,
Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France,
Your Charms to brighter Glory here advance; The ftubborn Britons own your Beauty's Claim, And with their Native Toafts enroll your Name.
Mrs. TEMPEST.
If perfect Joys' from perfect Beauty rife,
View Tempeft's Shape, her Motions, and her Eyes: Undoubted Queen of Love, but Honour's Slave, Whilft Thousands languish, the but One can fave.
Mrs. TEMPEST.
Venus, contending for the Golden Ball,
Us'd Helen's Charms to bribe her Judge withal :
Had he been blefs'd with Tempeft's brighter Eyes, Unborrow'd Beauty would have gain'd the Prize, Mrs. VERNON.
London, no more thy Trade or Riches boast,
Within thy Walls there lives the brightest Toast,
Who lays no bait to please, or ftrives to kill,
'Or wanting Nature does fupply by Skill.
Her Air, her Mein, fuch Darts are in her Eyes,
Who looks on Vernon, Loves, Adores, and Dies.
Lady WHAR Ț o N.
By Dr. Garth.
When Jove to Ida did the Gods invite,
And in immortal Toafting pafs'd the Night,
With more than Nectar he the Banquet blefs'd,
For Wharton was the Venus of the Feaft.
Lady WHARTON.
You Rakes, who Midnight Judges fit
Of Wine, of Beauty, and of Wit,
For Mercury and Cupid's fake
Two Bumpers to fair Wharton take;
For in that graceful charming Shell
The Gods of Wit and Pleasure dwell.
By Mr. J. DONNE.
Never ftoop'd fo low, as they
I which on an Eye, Cheek, Lip, can prey;
Seldom to them, which foar no higher
Than Virtue, or the Mind t' admire;
For Senfe, and Understanding may
Know what gives Fuell to their Fire:
My Love, though filly, is more brave,
For may I miss when e're I crave,
If I know yet what I would have.
If that be fimply perfectest
Which can by no means be expreft
But Negatives, my Love is fo.
To all, which all love, I fay no.
If any who deciphers beft,
What we know not, (our felves) can know,
Let him teach me that nothing. This
As yet my Eafe, and Comfort is,
Though I speed not, I cannot miss,
AD Paper ftay, and grudge not here to burn
With all thofe Sons whom thy Brain did create,
At least lie hid with me, till thou return
To Rags again, which is thy native State.
What though thou have enough Unworthiness
To come unto great Place as others do,
That's much emboldnefs, pulls, thrufts, I confefs,
But 'tis not all, thou should't be wicked too.
And, that thou can'ft not learn, or not of me,
'Yet thou wilt go; Go, fince thou go'ft to her
Who lacks but Faults to be a Prince, for fhe,
Truth, whom they dare not pardon, dares prefer,
But when thou com'ft to that perplexing Eye
Which equally claims Love and Reverence:
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