MISCELLANIES.
395
To a Young LADY,
WITH THE
WORKS of VOITURE.
In these gay thoughts the Loves and Graces shine,
And all the writer lives in ev'ry line;
His easy art may happy nature seem,
Trifles themselves are elegant in him.
Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate,
Who without flatt'ry pleas'd the fair, and great;
Still with esteem no less conversed than read;
With wit well-natur'd, and with books well-bred;
His heart, his mistress and his friend did share;
His time, the Muse, the witty, and the fair.
And all the writer lives in ev'ry line;
His easy art may happy nature seem,
Trifles themselves are elegant in him.
Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate,
Who without flatt'ry pleas'd the fair, and great;
Still with esteem no less conversed than read;
With wit well-natur'd, and with books well-bred;
His heart, his mistress and his friend did share;
His time, the Muse, the witty, and the fair.
Thus