Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/247

COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 109 �And trust it will be well maintain'd; �Who knows, but some imprudent She �Betraying what's secur'd by me, �Shall yield thro' Verse, or stronger Charms, �To Treat anew on easier Terms? �And I be negligently told �You was too Young, and I too Old, �To have our distant Maxims hold. �TO MR. JERVAS Occasioned by the Sight of Mrs. Chetwind's Picture �This matchless Picture, Jervas, hide, �Or let it stand alone ; When one does over all preside, �The rest are vainly shown. �The meanest Figures of the Sky, �(Though drawn with handsome Faces,) Are, when their Goddesses are by, Th' attending Nymphs and Graces. �For sure, (as Csesar chose Renown) �'Tis better to be reckon'd, The Dulcinea of some Town, �Than in a Court, the Second. �Then, let this new Campaspe go, �Or, if thou'lt not resign, As thou Apelles' Skill doest know, �So, may his Heart be thine. �To praise more equal leave our Choice, �When we thy Works survey, Nor let each sighing Breast and Voice, �But one Applause betray. ��� �