To DAPHNE.
A Roman and a Greek our Praise divide,
Nor can we yet who best deserv'd, decide:
Behold two mighty Conquerors appear,
Some for your Wit, some for your Eyes declare,
Debates arise which captivates us most,
And none can tell the Charm by which he's lost.
The Bow and Quiver does Diana bear,
Cybel the Lions, Pallas has the Spear;
Poets such Emblems to their Gods assign;
Hearts bleeding by the Dart, and Pen, be thine.
To a very learned young Lady.
LOVE, like a Tyrant whom no Laws constrain,
Now for some Ages kept the World in Pain;
Beauty by vast Destructions got Renown,
And Lovers only by their Rage were known;
But Delia, more auspicious to Mankind,
Conqu'ring the Heart, as much instructs the Mind;
Blest in the Fate of her victorious Eyes,
Seeing, we love, and hearing, we grow wise:
