No vain deſires of change diſturb their joy;
Such ſweets, like bliſs divine, can never cloy:
Fill’d with that ſpirit which great ſouls inflame,
Their wondrous offspring ſtart to early fame.
In their young minds, immortal ſparkles riſe!
And all their mother flaſhes from their eyes!
From thence ſuch ſcenes of beauty charm the ſight,
We know not where to fix the ſtrong delight!
Hervey’s ſoft features—next, Eliza bright!
Anna juſt dawning, like Aurora’s light!
With all the ſmiling train of Cupids round,
Fond little loves, with flowing graces crown’d.
As ſome fair flowers, who all their bloom diſcloſe,
The Spaniſh Jas’min, or the Britiſh Roſe?
Arrived at full perfection, charm the ſenſe,
Whilſt the young bloſſoms gradual ſweets diſpenſe.
The eldeſt born, with almoſt equal pride;
The next appears in fainter colours dy’d:
New op’ning buds, as leſs in debt to time,
Wait to perform the promiſe of their prime!
All bleſt deſcendants of the beauteous tree,
What now their parent is, themſelves ſhall be.
Oh! could I paint the younger Hervey’s mind,
Where wit and judgment, fire and taſte refin’d
To match his face, with equal art are join’d:
Oh beſt beloved of Jove! to thee alone,
What would enrich the whole, he gives to one!
In Titian’s colours[1] whilſt Adonis glows,
See faireſt Briſtol more than Venus ſhows;
- ↑ This is not deſigned as a parallel of the ſtory, but the painting from a piece of Titian’s, at my lord Briſtol’s.
