But emulates the diamond's blaze, Whose cheek but mocks the peach's bloom, Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume, Whofe melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays, Shall the be deem'd my rival? Shall a Of elemental drofs, of mould'ring clay, Vie with these charms empyreal? The poor worm Shall prove her conteft vain. Life's little day Shall pafs, and fhe is gone: while I ap pear Flufh'd with the bloom of youth through Heav'n's eternal year. Know, Mortals, know, ere firft ye fprung, And And taught Archangels their triumphant fong, Pleas'd I furvey'd bright Nature's gradual birth, Saw infant Light with kindling luftre spread, Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth, And Ocean heave on its extended bed; Saw the tall pine afpiring pierce the sky, The tawny lion ftalk, the rapid eagle fly. his face, Laft, Man arofe, erect in youthful grace, Heaven's hallow'd image ftamp'd upon [giv'n, And, as he rofe, the high beheft was That I alone, of all the hoft of heav'n, Should reign Protectrefs of the godlike Youth :' Thus the Almighty fpake: he fpake, and call'd me TRUTH. MASON. Ombre. BELINDA Ombre. ELINDA now, whom thirft of fame invites, Burns to encounter two advent'rous Knights, At Ombre fingly to decide their doom; And fwells her breafts with conquests yet to come. Strait the three bands prepare in arms to join, Defcend, and fit on each important card : Then each according to the rank he bore; race, Are, as when Women, wond'rous fond of place. Behold, Behold, four Kings in majefty rever'd, flow'r, Th' expreffive emblem of their softer pow'r; Four Knaves in garbs fuccinct, a trusty band, Caps on their heads, and halberts in their hand; And party-colour'd troops, a shining train, Drawn forth to combat on the velvet plain. The fkilful Nymph reviews her force with care: Let Spades be trumps! fhe faid, and trumps they were. Now move to war her fable Matadores, With his broad fabre next, a chief in years, Proves the juft victim of his royal rage, Ev'n mighty Pam, that Kings and Queens o'erthrew, And mow'd down armies in the fights of Lu, Sad chance of war, now deftitute of aid, Falls undiftinguish'd by the victor Spade! Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; What boots the regal circle on his head, That |