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Rh  With charms ſo num’rous Mira does ſurpriſe, The lover knows not by which dart he dies; So thick the volley, and the wound ſo ſure, No flight can ſave, no remedy can cure.
 * Yet dawning in her infancy of light,

O ſee another Brud’nel heav’nly bright, Born to fulfil the glories of her line, And fix Love’s empire in that race divine!
 * Fain would my Muſe to Cecil bend her ſight,

But turns aſtoniſh’d from the dazzling light, Nor dares attempt to climb the ſteepy flight.
 * O Kneller! like thy pictures were my ſong,

Clear like thy paint, and like thy pencil ſtrong, Theſe matchleſs beauties ſhould recorded be Immortal in my verſe, as in thy gallery. could the general joy for Mohun appear, But new attempts ſhew other dangers near; Beauty ’s attack’d in her imperial fort, Where all her Loves and Graces kept their court;