_Urania’s_ drest as fine and gay, As if she meant t’ out-shine the day; Or certain that no Victories Were to be gain’d but by her Eyes; Her Garment’s white, her Garniture The springing Beauties of the Year, Which are in such nice Order plac’d, That Nature is by Art disgrac’d: Her natural Curling Ebon Hair, Does loosly wanton in the Air. _Mr._ G. V. With her the young _Alexis_ came, Whose Eyes dare only speak his Flame: Charming he is, as fair can be, Charming without Effeminacy; Only his Eyes are languishing, Caus’d by the Pain he feels within; Yet thou wilt say that Languishment Is a peculiar Ornament. Deck’d up he is with Pride and Care, All Rich and Gay, to please his Fair: The Price of Flocks h’ has made a Prey To th’ Usual Vanity of this day. _My dear Brother_ J. C. After them _Damon_ Piping came, Who laughs at _Cupid_ and his Flame; Swears, if the Boy should him approach, He’d burn his Wings with his own Torch: But he’s too young for Love t’ invade, Though for him languish many a Maid. His lovely Ayr, his chearful Face, Adorn’d with many a Youthful Grace, Beget more Sighs then if with Arts He should design to conquer Hearts: The Swains as well as Nymphs submit To’s Charms of Beauty and of Wit. He’ll sing, he’ll dance, he’ll pipe and play, And wanton out a Summer’s day; And wheresoever _Damon_ be, He’s still the Soul o’th’ Companie. _My dear_ Amoret, _Mrs._ B. Next _Amoret_, the true Delight Of all that do approach her sight: The Sun in all its Course ne’er met Ought Fair or Sweet like _Amoret_. Alone she came, her Eyes declin’d, In which you’ll read her troubled Mind; Yes, _Silvia_, for she’l not deny She loves, as well as thou and I. ‘Tis _Philocles_, that Proud Ingrate, That pays her Passion back with Hate; Whilst she does all but him despise, And clouds the lustre of her Eyes: But once to her he did address, And dying Passion too express; But soon the Amorous Heat was laid, He soon forgot the Vows he’d made; Whilst she in every Silent Grove, Bewails her easie Faith and Love. Numbers of Swains do her adore, But she has vow’d to love no more. _Mr._ J. B. Next Jolly _Thirsis_ came along, With many Beauties in a Throng. _Mr._ Je. B.