Yet ftill their Force, to Men not safely known, Lady SUNDERLAND's Picture, with thefe Words under, -Ab Una difce Omnes. Learn by this Portrait, how the Kit-cats Toaft; Mrs. STANHOPE. Soon as one Phenix fought her kindred Skies, Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France, Mrs. TEMPEST. If perfect Joys from perfect Beauty rise, 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, Had the 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 WHARTON. By Dr. Garth.. When Jove to Ida did the Gods invite, Lady WHARTON. You Rakes, who Midnight Judges fit NEGATIVE LOVE By Mr. J. DONNE. I Never floop'd fo low, as they Which on an Eye, Cheek, Lip, can preys For Senfe, and Understanding may Know what gives Fuell to their Fire: My Love, though filly, is more brave, If that be fimply perfecteft What we know not, (our felves) can know, Though I speed not, I cannot miss, AD Paper ftay, and grudge not here to burn MA 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 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 she, Truth, whom they dare not pardon, dares prefer, But when thou com'ft to that perplexing Eye Thou wilt not long difpute it, thou wilt die; Yet when her warm Redeeming Hand, which is Then as a Mother which Delights to hear Ill or bold Speech, the Audience affords. And then, cold Speechlefs Wretch thou dieft again, Yet maift thou Praise her Servants, though not her, And Wit, and Vertue, and Honour her attend, And fince they are but her Cloaths, thou shalt not err, If thou her Shape and Beauty, and Grace commend. Who knows thy Destiny? when thou haft done, When thou art there, if any, whom we know Were fav'd before, and did that Heav'n partake, When the refolves his Papers, mark what show Of Favour, she alone, to them doth make. Mark, if to get them, the o'er-skip the reft, Mark Mark if flight things be' objected, and o'erblown, I bid thee not do this to be my Spy, Nor to make my felf her familiar; But so much I do love her Choice, that I A SON G. By T. CAREW, Efq; SK me no more where Jove bestows, For in your Beauty's Orient deep, Ask me no more whither do ftray Ask me no more whither doth hafte Ask me no more where thofe Stars light Ask me no more if East or Weft, E A |