_Heav’n for Sovereignty has made your Form:_ _And you were more than for dull Empire born;_ _O’er Hearts your Kingdom shall extend,_ _Your vast Dominion know no End._ _Thither the_ Loves _and_ Graces _shall resort;_ _To_ Iris _make their Homage, and their Court._ _No envious Star, no common Fate,_ } _Did on my_ Iris’ _Birth-day wait;_ } _But all was happy, all was delicate._ } _Here Fortune would inconstant be in vain:_ Iris, _and_ Love _eternally shall reign._ _Love_ does not make less use of your Hair for new Conquests, than of all the rest of your Beauties that adorn you. If he takes our Hearts with your fine Eyes, it ties ‘em fast with your Hair; and of it weaves a Chain, not easily broken. It is not of those sorts of Hair, whose Harshness discovers Ill-Nature; nor of those, whose Softness shews us the Weakness of the Mind; not that either of these Arguments are without exception: but ‘tis such as bears the Character of a perfect Mind, and a delicate Wit; and for its Colour, the most faithful, discreet, and beautiful in the World: such as shews a Complexion and Constitution, neither so cold to be insensible, nor so hot to have too much Fire: that is, neither too white, nor too black; but such a mixture of the two Colours, as makes it the most agreeable in the World. _’.is that which leads those captivated Hearts,_ _That bleeding at your Feet do lie;_ _’.is that the Obstinate converts,_ _That dare the Power of Love deny:_ _’.is that which_ Damon _so admires;_ Damon, _who often tells you so._ _If from your Eyes_ Love _takes his Fires,_ _’.is with your Hair he strings his Bow:_ _Which touching but the feather’d Dart,_ _It never mist the destin’d Heart._ IRIS’.s EYES._ I believe, my fair Mistress, I shall dazzle you with the Lustre of your own Eyes. They are the finest Blue in World: They have all the Sweetness that ever charm’d the Heart, with a certain Languishment that’s irresistible; and never any look’d on ‘em, that did not sigh after ‘em. Believe me, _Iris_, they carry unavoidable Darts and Fires; and whoever expose themselves to their Dangers, pay for their Imprudence. _Cold as my solid Chrystal is,_ _Hard and impenetrable too;_ _Yet I am sensible of Bliss,_ _When your charming Eyes I view:_ _Even by me their Flames are felt;_ _And at each Glance I fear to melt._ _Ah, how pleasant are my Days!_ _How my glorious Fate I bless!_ _Mortals never knew my Joys,_ _Nor Monarchs guest my Happiness._ _Every Look that’s soft and gay,_ Iris _gives me every Day._ _Spight of her Virtue and her Pride,_ _Every Morning I am blest_ _With what to_ Damon _is deny’d;_ _To view her when she is undrest._ _All her Heaven of Beauty’s shown_ _To triumphing Me----alone._