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To Mifs BLOUNT.
With the WORKS of VOITURE.
N these gay thoughts the Loves and Grace
And all the Writer lives in ev'ry line His eafy Art may happy Nature seem, Trifles themselves are elegant in him. Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate, Who without flatt'ry pleas'd the fair and great; Still with esteem no less convers'd than read; With wit well-natur'd, and with books well-bred: His heart, his mistress, and his friend did share, His time, the Muse, the witty, and the fair. Thus wifely careless, innocently gay, Chearful he play'd the trifle, Life, away ; 'Till fate scarce felt his gentle breath supprest, As fmiling Infants sport themselves to rest. Ev'n rival Wits did Voiture's death deplore, And the gay mourn'd who never mourn'd before; The trueft hearts for Voiture heav'd with fighs, Voiture was wept by all the brightest Eyes: The Smiles and Loves had dy'd in Voiture's death, But that for ever in his lines they breathe.
Let the ftrict life of graver mortals be
A long, exact, and serious Comedy;
Let mine, an innocent gay farce appear,
And more diverting ftill than regular,
Have Humour, Wit, a native Eafe and Grace,
Few write to those, and none can live to these. 3@
By Nature yielding, stubborn but for fame;
Well might you wish for change by those accurst,
The Gods, to curfe Pamela with her pray'rs,
But, Madam, if the fates withstand, and you Are deftin'd Hymen's willing Victim too; Trust not too much your now refiftless charms, Thofe, Age or Sickness, foon or late disarms: Good humour only teaches charms to laft, Still makes new conquefts, and maintains the past; Love, rais'd on Beauty, will like that decay, Our hearts may bear its flender chain a day; As flow'ry bands in wantonnefs are worn,
A morning's pleasure, and at evening torn;
This binds in ties more eafy, yet more strong,
Thus * Voiture's early care ftill fhone the fame, And Monthaufier was only chang'd in name: 70 By this, ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their Wit ftill fparkling, and their flames still warm. Now crown'd with Myrtle, on th' Elyfian coaft, Amid thofe Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost : Pleas'd, while with smiles his happy lines And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you. The brighteft eyes of France infpir'd his Mufe; The brighteft eyes of Britain now perufe ; And dead, as living, 'tis our Author's pride Still to charm thofe who charm the world befide."
* Mademoiselle Paulet. P.
To the fame,
On her leaving the Town after the CORO
S fome fond Virgin, whom her mother's care
A to wholefome Coun
Juft when she learns to roll a melting eye,
Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,
Coronation.] Of King George the first, 1715.
Up to her godly garret after sev'n,
There starve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n.
You dream of Triumphs in the rural shade;
Before you pass th' imaginary fights
Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd Knights,
While the spread fan o'erfhades your clofing eyes;
Gay pats my fhoulder, and you vanish quite,
Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now. 50: