To furniſh graces for the piece
He ſummon’d all the nymphs of Greece;
So many mortals were combin’d,5
To ſhew how one immortal ſhin’d.
Had Hyde thus ſat by proxy too,
As Venus then was ſaid to do,
Venus herſelf, and all the train
Os goddeſſes, had ſummon’d been;10
The painter muſt have ſearch’d the ſkies
To match the luſtre of her eyes.
Comparing then, while thus we view
The ancient Venus and the new,
In her we many mortals ſee,
As many goddeſſes in thee.16
THE DESERTION.
Now fly, Diſcretion! to my aid,
See haughty Mira, fair and bright,
In all the pomp of love array’d;
Ah! how I tremble at the ſight!
She comes! ſhe comes!—before her all5
Mankind does proſtrate fall.
Love, a deſtroyer fierce and young,
Advent’rous, terrible, and ſtrong,
Cruel and raſh, delighting ſtill to vex,
Sparing nor age nor ſex,10
