Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/237

COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���99 ���30 ���His Belvedera's or Monimia's Fate Cou'd 'ere haue Plotted in so bless'd a State (Since 'tis from our own bosome cares that flow The moving scenes we on the World bestow) Yett had he liv'd Orania to have seen His Caracters had sure more perfect been Not such as sullied in his Plays were shown One by anothers guilt one by her own. Tho' for Her Charms Brothers might too contest And the best secret quitt the closest Breast. So bright her form for whom such Numbers strove ���40 ���50 ���Till the most worthy fixt her envy'd Love Whilst but to him and her own sex confin'd Are now the soft indearments of her Mind Inspiring Joy still chearfull and att ease �(For they are allways pleas'd who allways please) Even I who to my Heart just bounds had sett And in my Friendship scorn'd to be coquette Or seem indulgent to each new Adresse Which generall Friends in comon terms expresse Now (by so sweet a violence compell'd) The amplest room to kind Orania yield Then is it strange the Youth a while remains Contemplating his Blisse on silent Plaines Lives to Himself and the selected Fair Nor can enough of those lov'd moments spare �(If rightly I Devine) a debt to pay Of well writt Verse (tho' none more knows the way) Nor hardly will affoard one sprightly Line To crown the Health still wish'd him at the Vine Where he returning shall sustain a part Of heighten'd Witt and of the Critticks Art 60 �With Him whose Numbers to our shades extend And Him that stoop'd our Numbers to comend ��� �