THE
DISPENSARY
CANTO VI.
HlLE the shrill Clangour of the Battel rings,
Auspicious Health appear'd on Zephir's Wings;
She seem'd a Cherub most divinely bright,
More soft than Air, more gay than Morning Light.
A Charm she takes from each excelling Fair,
And barrows C———le's Shape, and G———ton's Air.
Her Eyes like R———agh's their Beams dispense,
With Ch———ill's Bloom, and B———kley's Innocence;
On Iris thus the differing [1] Beams bestow
The Die, that paints the Wonders of her Bow,
From the fair Nymph a vocal Musick falls.
As to Machaon thus the Goddess calls.
Enough th'Atchievement of your Arms you've shown,
You seek a Triumph you shou'd blush to own.
Haste
