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By Venus, Cupid, ev'ry pow'r,
By tricks and cheats, and lies you live,
But at each broken oath and vow,
Who have so often tried her;
See all our youth confess thy pow'r,
* Edward Bligh, second Earl of Darnley.-W.
That beauteous face, those heav'nly charms,
Venus, whose charms rule all above,
And for her beauty's pow'r ;
You are her
Like her are exquisitely fair,
Like her a thorough w—.
TO MRS. BINDON,
BY THE RIGHT HON. SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS.
APOLLO of old on Britannia did smile,
Then Shakspeare, and Milton, and Waller appear'd,
And Dryden, whose brows by Apollo were crown'd,
As he sung in such strains as the God might have own'd:
But now, since the laurel is given of late,
He vows and he swears he'll inspire us no more, And hath put out Pope's fires which he kindled before;
And further, he says, men no longer shall boast A science their slight and ill-treatment hath lost;
But that women alone for the future shall write; And who can resist, when they doubly delight? And lest we should doubt what he said to be true, Has begun by inspiring Sapphira and You.
MRS. BINDON'S ANSWER.
WHEN home I return'd from the dancing last night,
And, elate by your praises, attempted to write, I familiarly call'd on Apollo for aid,
And told him how many fine things you had said.
He smil'd at my folly, and gave me to know, Your wit, and not mine, by your writings you show;
"And then," says the God, the God, "still to make you more vain,
"He hath promis'd that I shall enlighten your brain;
"When he knows in his heart, if he speak but his mind,
"That no woman alive can now boast I am kind: