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34 Dorſet already is immortal made In Prior’s verſe, nor needs a ſecond aid.
 * By Bentinck and fair Rutenbtrg we find

That beauty to no climate is confin’d.
 * Rupert, of royal blood, with modeſt grace

Bluſhes to hear the triumphs of her face.
 * Not Helen with St. Albans might compare.

Nor let the Muſe omit Scroop, Holms, and Hare. Hyde Venus is, the Graces are Kildare.
 * Soft and delicious, as a southern sky,

Are Daſhwood’s ſmiles; when Darnley frowns we die. Careleſs, but yet ſecure of conquest, ſtill Lu’fon, unaiming, never fails to kill: Guiltleſs of pride, to captivate or ſhine, Bright without art, ſhe wounds without deſign. But Wyndham like a tyrant throws the dart And takes a cruel pleaſure in the ſmart; Proud of the ravage that her beauties make, Delights in wounds, and kills for killing ſake; Aſſerting the dominion of her eyes, As heroes fight for glory, not for prize.
 * The ſkilful Muſe’s earlieſt care has been

The praiſe of never-fading Mazarine; The poet and his theme, in ſpight of Time, For ever young, enjoy an endleſs prime.