from Nature, many of our fair Countrywomen will be found worthy to ſatisfy any Paſſion, and to anſwer any Idea of Female Perfection, which our Pencil will be able to raiſe.
And now, without any further Preface, we proceed to our next Chapter.
CHAP. II.
A ſhort Hint of what we can do in the Sublime, and a Deſcription of Miſs Sophia Weſtern.
Huſhed be every ruder Breath. May the Heathen Ruler of the Winds confine in iron Chains the boiſterous Limbs of noiſy Boreas, and the ſharp-pointed Noſe of bitter-biting Eurus. Do thou, ſweet Zephyrus, riſing from thy fragrant Bed, mount the weſtern Sky, and lead on thoſe delicious Gales, the Charms of which call forth the lovely Flora from her Chamber, perfumed with pearly Dews, when on the firſt of June, her Birth-day, the blooming Maid, in looſe Attire, gently trips it over the verdant Mead, where every Flower riſes to do her Homage, ’till the wholeField
