All that is lovely, noble, good, we ſee,
All, beauteous Mira! all bound up in thee.
Where Mira is, there is the queen of Love,
Th’ Arcadian paſtures and th’ Idalian grove.
Let Mira dance, ſo charming is her mien,25
In ev’ry movement ev’ry grace is ſeen:
Let Mira ſing, the notes ſo ſweetly wound,
The Syrens would be ſilent at the ſound.
Place me on mountains of eternal ſnow,
Where all is ice, all winter winds that blow;30
Or caſt me underneath the burning line,
Where everlaſting ſun does ſhine,
Where all is ſcorch’d—Whatever you decree,
Ye gods! wherever I ſhall be,
Mira ſhall ſtill be lov’d, and ſtill ador’d by me.35
THE DUCHESS OF
Unſeaſonably ſurpriſed in the embraces of her Lord.
Faireſt Zelinda! ceaſe to chide or grieve,
Nor bluſh at joys that only you can give;
Who with bold eyes ſurvey’d thoſe matchleſs charms
Is puniſh’d, ſeeing in another’s arms:
With greedy looks he views each naked part,5
Joy feeds his eyes, but envy tears his heart.
So caught was Mars; and Mercury aloud
Proclaim’d his grief that he was not the god:
