_The fair young Bigot, full of Love and Prayer,_ _Doats on the lewd and careless Libertine;_ _The thinking States-man fumbles with the Player,_ _And dearly buys the (barely wishing) Sin._ _The Peer with some mean Damsel of the trade,_ } _Expensive, common, ugly and decay’d:_ } _The gay young Squire, on the blouz’d Landry Maid._ } _All things in Heaven, in Earth, and Sea,_ _Love gives his Laws unto;_ _Tho’ under different Objects, they_ _Alike obey, and bow;_ _Sometimes to be reveng’d on those,_ _Whose Beauty makes ‘em proudly nice,_ _He does a Flame on them impose,_ _To some unworthy choice._ _Thus rarely equal Hearts in Love you’ll find,_ _Which makes ‘em still present the God as Blind._ Whilst thus he spake, my wondering Eyes were staid With a profound attention on a Maid! Upon whose Smiles the _Graces_ did await, And all the _Beauties_ round about her sate; Officious _Cupid’s_ do her Eyes obey, Sharpning their Darts from every Conquering Ray: Some from her Smiles they point with soft desires, Whilst others from her Motion take their Fires: Some the Imbroider’d Vail and Train do bear, And some around her fan the gentle Air, Whilst others flying, scatter fragrant Show’rs, } And strow the paths she treads with painted flow’rs, } The rest are all imploy’d to dress her Bow’rs; } While she does all, the smiling Gods carress, And they new Attributes receive from each Address. The CHARACTER. _Such Charms of Youth, such Ravishment_ _Through all her Form appear’d,_ _As if in her Creation Nature meant,_ _She shou’d alone be ador’d and fear’d:_ _Her Eyes all sweet, and languishingly move,_ } _Yet so, as if with pity Beauty strove,_ } _This to decline, and that to charm with Love._ } _A chearful Modesty adorn’d her Face,_ _And bashful Blushes spread her smiling Cheeks;_ _Witty her Air; soft every Grace,_ _And ‘tis eternal Musick when she speaks,_ _From which young listening Gods the Accents take_ } _And when they wou’d a perfect Conquest make,_ } _Teach their young favourite Lover so to speak._ } 2.