EPISTLE To Mifs BLOUNT. With the WORKS of VOITURE. N thefe gay thoughts the Loves and Grace IN 5 10 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 fhare, 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 fport 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 strict life of graver mortals be A long, exact, and serious Comedy; 15 20 Let mine, an innocent gay farce appear, And more diverting still than regular, Have Humour, Wit, a native Eafe and Grace, 25 Few write to those, and none can live to these. 30 .35 Well might you wifh for change by those accurft, 40 45 51 The Gods, to curse Pamela with her pray'rs, 56 But, 60 But, Madam, if the fates withstand, and you Are deftin'd Hymen's willing Victim too; Truft not too much your now refiftless charms, Thofe, Age or Sickness, foon or late difarms: 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 ftrong, The willing heart, and only holds it long. 65 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 ftill warm. Now crown'd with Myrtle, on th' Elyfian coaft, Amid thofe Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost: Pleas'd, while with fmiles his happy lines you view, And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you. The brighteft eyes of France infpir'd his Muse; The brighteft eyes of Britain now perufe ; * Mademoiselle Paulet. P. EPISTLE To the fame, On her leaving the Town after the CORO NATION. S fome fond Virgin, whom her mother's care A Drags from the Town to wholefome Coun try air, 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. 15 20 P. Up 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 35 Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd Knights,→ 40 While the spread fan o'erfhades your closing eyes; Gay pats my fhoulder, and you vanish quite, Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now. 50. THE |