To celebrate your Praise, no Muse can crown You with that Glory, as this Piece hath done. This Lover’s _Watch_, tho’ it was made in _France_, By the fam’d _Bonnecorse_; yet you advance The Value of its curious Work so far, That as it shin’d there like a glitt’ring Star, Yet here a Constellation it appears; And in _Love’s_ Orb, with more Applause, it wears _Astrea’s_ Name. Your Prose so delicate, Your Verse so smooth and sweet, that they create A lovely Wonder in each Lover’s Mind: The envious Critick dares not be unkind. _La Môntre_ cannot err, ‘tis set so well; The Rules for Lovers Hours are like a Spell To charm a Mistress with: The God of Love Is highly pleas’d; and smiling, does approve Of this rare Master piece: His Am’rous Game Will more improve: This will support his Fame. May your luxuriant Fancy ever flow Like a Spring tide; no Bounds, or Limits know. May you, in Story, for your Wit, live high: And summon’d hence, to blest Eternity, Aged with _Nestor’s_ Years, resign to Fate; May your fam’d Works receive an endless Date. _Rich. Faerrar._ _To the Divine_ ASTREA, _on her_ Môntre. Thou Wonder of thy Sex! Thou greatest Good! The Ages Glory, if but understood. How are the _Britains_ bound to bless the Name Of great _Astrea_! Whose Eternal Fame, To Foreign Clymes, is most deserv’dly spread; Where Thou, in thy great Works, shalt live, tho’ dead. And mighty _France_, with Envy shall look on, To see her greatest Wit by thee out-done: And all their boasted Trophies are in vain, Whilst thou, spight of their Salick Law, shall reign. Witness _La Môntre_, from their Rubbish rais’d: A Piece, for which, thou shalt be ever prais’d. The beauteous Work is with such Order laid, } And all the Movement so divinely made, } As cannot of dull Criticks be afraid. } Such Nature in the Truths of Love thou’st shew’d, As the All-loving _Ovid_ never cou’d. Thy Rules so soft, so modest, and so right, The list’ning Youths will follow with Delight: To thy blest Name will all their Homage pay, Who taught ‘em how to love the noblest Way. _G. J._ _To his admired Friend, the most ingenious Author._