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In which his Face Narciffus fpy'd,

When gazing in that liquid Glafs,
He for himself despair'd and dy'd:
Nor, Chloris, can you safer fee
Your own Perfections here than he.

II.

The Lark before the Mirror plays,

Which fome deceitful Swain has fet;

Pleas'd

Pleas'd with her self she fondly stays
To die deluded in the Net:

Love may fuch Frauds for you prepare,
Your felf the Captive, and the Snare.

III.

But, Chloris, whilft you there review
Those Graces op'ning in their Bloom,
Think how Disease and Age pursue,
Your riper Glories to confume:

Then fighing you will wish your

Glafs

Cou'd fhew to Chloris what she was.

IV.

Let Pride no more give Nature Law,
But free the Youth your Power enflaves:
Her Form, like yours, bright Cynthia saw
Reflected on the Chrystal Waves,
Yet priz❜d not all her Charms above
The Pleasure of Endymion's Love.

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V.

No longer let your Glafs fupply
Too just an Emblem of your Breast;
Where oft to my deluded Eye

Love's Image has appear'd impreft;
But play'd fo lightly on your Mind,
It left no lafting Print behind.

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ON

ON THE

BIRTH-DAY

OF

Mr. Robert Trefufis;

BEING

Three Years Old, March 22, 17.

By Mr. BROOME.

[Eyes?

WE

HY, lovely Babe, does flumber feal your

See, fair Aurora blushes in the Skies!

The Sun, which gave you Birth, in bright Array Begins his Courfe, and ushers in the Day.

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Calmly Serene and Glorious to the View
He marches forth, and strives to look like you.

[Span, Fair Beauty's Bud! when Time fhall stretch thy Confirm thy Charms, and ripen thee to Man, How shall each Swain, each beauteous Nymph [complain? For Love each Nymph, for Envy ev'ry Swain.

What matchlefs Charms fhall thy full Noon adorn,
When so admir'd, fo glorious is thy Morn?
So glorious is thy Morn of Life begun,
That all to thee with Admiration run,
Turn Perfians, and adore the rifing Sun.
So Fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
A Child, as Poets fay, fure thou art he.
Fair Venus would miftake thee for her own,
Did not thy Eyes proclaim thee not her Son..
There all the Lightnings of thy Mother's fhine,.
Their radiant Glory and their Sweetness join,

[thine.

To fhew their fatal Pow'r, and all their Charms, in

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