Next her, behold the lovely _Cloe_[19], Ye gods! what killing eyes! See how her charming ringlets flow, Where wanton Cupid lies: The rose, compar’d to her, shall fade, The lily lose its white: E’en Sol himself must own the maid, And shine with beams less bright. V. Thee, lovely _Cynthia_[20], next we sing, Charm’d with thy beauteous face, More blooming than the verdent spring, Adorn’d with ev’ry grace; Thy comely shape and genteel air, Our admiration raise, Thou stands confess’d a perfect fair, And worthy all our praise. VI. Thy mien, sweet _Daphne_[21], next we view, And as we view, approve; Thy blooming charms all hearts subdue, And kindle them to love: Those charming breasts, and sparkling eyes, What mortal can oppose? Still as we gaze, new beauties rise, And still the passion grows. VII. Gay _Sylvia_[22] next appears in sight, Surrounded by her charms, Her handsome form which shines so bright, Each youthful bosom warms. Ye youths withdraw your wishful eyes, Nor longer on her gaze; For were your hearts as cold as ice, Her beams would make them blaze. VIII. Sweet _Celia_[23] next demands our care, That lovely nut-brown maid! Behold her charming flowing hair, In jetty locks display’d: She fills each bosom with desire, So graceful is her mein; Her comely features all admire, Where thousand loves are seen. IX. See _Flavia_[24], the young, the gay, For graceful air renown’d, Her mien more bright than flow’ry May, With ev’ry beauty crown’d. Her beauteous sister[25] next appears, Whom wond’rous charms adorn; The lovely doe each bosom chears, With beauties like the morn. X. The next we view is _Julia’s_[26] face, For comely features lov’d; Her golden locks still add a grace, To what all hearts approv’d. Her friend no less inspires the lay, The lovely _Danæ_[27] fair, To whom all tongues their praises pay, Charm’d with her shape and air. XI. Thee, _Phœbe_[28], with _Ophelia_[29] join’d, We can’t too much admire, Your blooming charms, it must be own’d, All hearts to love inspire. To handsome _Pat_[30], and lovely _Stell_[31], Our praises too belong; These, who in various charms excel, Close up the beauteous throng. XII. As now ador’d you pass your bloom, Your autumn you may live; Let me, ye beauteous fair, presume, This one advice to give; Virtue pursue--or vain ye’re bright, _“In vain your eyes may roll;_ _’Tis true that charms do strike the sight,_ _But merit wins the soul.”_ [18] Miss P----y T----n. [19] Miss H----le. [20] Miss H----y. [21] Miss B----p. [22] Miss H----m. [23] Miss S----s. [24] Miss F----tt [25] Miss F----tt. [26] Miss H----h. [27] Miss J---- B----ll. [28] Miss P---- S----t. [29] Miss L----s. [30] Miss A----n. [31] Miss M----y G----n.