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And ouer both the Sexes thus far reigns
To chear all Hearts and to suspend our pains
Who when such Eyes, so soft and bright we view
Soften our Cares and grow enlighten'd too
In sweet conformity to Things so fine
No motions feel but such as in them shine.
Cou'd but the Witt that on her paper flows
Affect my Verse and tune itt to her Prose
Through every Line a kindly warmth inspire
And raise my Art equal to my desire 40
Then shou'd my Hand snatch from the Muses store
Transporting Figures n'ere expos' d before
Somthing to Please so mouing and so new
As not our Denham or our Cowley knew.
Or shew (the harder labour to compleat)
The real splendours of our fam'd Long-leate
Which above Metaphor itts Structure reares
Thô all Enchantment to our sight appears
Magnificently Great the Eye to fill
Minut'ly finish'd for our nices[t] skill 50
Long-leate that justly has all Praise engross'd
The Strangers wonder and our Nations boast
Paint her Cascades that spread their sheets so wide
And emulate th' Italian waters pride
Her Fountains which so high their streames extend
Th' amazed Clouds now feel the Rains ascend
Whilst Phœbus as they tow'rds his Mantion flow
Graces th' attempt and marks them with his Bow.
Then shou'd my Pen (smooth as their Turf) convey
Swift Thought o're Terasses that lead the way 60
To flow'ry Groves where ev'ning Odours stray
To Lab'rinths into which, who fondly comes,
Attracted still and wilder'd with Parfumes,
Till by acquaintance he their stations knows
Here twists a Woodbine there a Jasmin grows