Till death scarce felt his gentle breath fuppreft, In ev'ry scene some moral let it teach, Too much your Sex is by their forms confin'd, By nature yielding, stubborn but for fame; The Gods, to curfe Pamela with her pray'rs, But, Madam, if the fates withftand, and you Are deftin'd Hymen's willing victim too, Trust not too much your now refiftlefs charms, Thofe, age or fickness, foon or late, difarms; Good humour only teaches charms to last, 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, The willing heart, and only holds it long. Thus* Voiture's early care still fhone the fame, And Monthaufier was only chang'd in name; By this, ev❜n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their wit still sparkling, and their flames still warm. Now crown'd with myrtle, on th'Elysian coaft, Amidst thofe lovers, joys his gentle ghost: Pleas'd, while with fmiles his happy lines you view, And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you. * Madamoiselle Paulet. The The brightest eyes of France infpir'd his Muse, Το To the fame, On her leaving the Town after the Coronation. A S fome fond virgin, whom her mother's care Drags from the town to wholfom country air, Juft when the learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling fhe muft fever, Yet takes one kifs before the parts for ever. Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew, Saw others happy, and with fighs withdrew; Not that their pleasures caus'd her discontent, She figh❜d not that They stay'd, but that She went. She went, to plain-work and to purling brooks, Old-fashion'd halls, dull aunts, and croaking rooks, She went from Op'ra, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and pray'rs three hours a day; |