Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/221

 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 83 �That who e're saw you, wou'd have thought �A frame so fine, so nicely wrought, �Was only made to conquer hearts. 40 �Courage, your native country gave, �With such a soul, as soon shou'd take �The best impressions Art could make: �Whilst with her sister, England joyn'd �With learning to enrich your mind. �Italy made you wise, and grave, �For Strattagem, and council fitt, �Heighten'd your conduct, and your witt, �Inspir'd her soft poetick fires, �And gave you o're the muses land 50 �Such vast, such absolute command, �As suited your refin'd desires. �So was you made to be belov'd, �So born, so bred, and so improv'd, �That when Mars arm'd you, for wars fatal toile, �Venus, stood sadly by, and sweetly wept the while. �Unequal numbers, cou'd not make you fear, Unequal numbers, might oppresse, But cou'd not make your courage lesse. Before your troops, thrice to your foes 60 �One single life, you did expose ; Oh ! had you been of that, as sure As Fame, and Conquest to procure! But greedy Death, envious that they, Alone, shou'd share the glorious day, Resolv'd, to make his part appear In pomp, and solemn trophies drest, Magnificent above the rest, �And make the mighty cheif, become his noble Prey. So great Gustavus, tho' with Conquest crown'd, 70 ��� �