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The flame fhe took, a fpirit of water drew.
Fram’d opall Baine, out of extraded Dew.
But her chaft breaft, cold as the Cloyfter’d Nun,
Whofe Froft to Chiyftal might congeal the Sun;
So glaz’d the ft ream, that Pilots then afloat,
Thought they might fafely land without a Boat.
July had feen the Thames in Ice involv’d,
Had it not been by her own beames diffolv’d;
But yet fne left it Cordiall, ’twas no more
Thaw’d to fo weake a water as before,
Elfe how could it have born all beauties fraight ?
Of force it muft have funke fo great a weight.
Have funk her ? where ? how vainely doe I erre ?
Who know all depths are fliallow unto her,
She dreads not in a River to be drown’d,
Who, than the Sea itfelfe, is more profound.
Small Veflells fhake, the great Ship fafely rides,
And, like her Royall builder, awes the Tides;
Above their fome, or rage, we fee her float,
In her bright fcorn, and, Madam, here’s my Vote 5
So may all troubled waves beneath you flirink;
So may you fwim for ever, your foes finkI
It has been obferved that, however gratified the gallant and amorous
Duchefs might have been with this adulation, Ihe certainly muft have
laughed at the Poet for imputing to her bofom the fmallefl portion of fri-
gidity. After trie wits and the ralliers, or raillers, have exhausted them-
Alves in pleafantry and invedtive; let us try if a -plain tale will not put them
the following is taken from beneath an anciently-engraved
portrait of the Duchefs.
Cc
The flame fhe took, a fpirit of water drew.
Fram’d opall Baine, out of extraded Dew.
But her chaft breaft, cold as the Cloyfter’d Nun,
Whofe Froft to Chiyftal might congeal the Sun;
So glaz’d the ft ream, that Pilots then afloat,
Thought they might fafely land without a Boat.
July had feen the Thames in Ice involv’d,
Had it not been by her own beames diffolv’d;
But yet fne left it Cordiall, ’twas no more
Thaw’d to fo weake a water as before,
Elfe how could it have born all beauties fraight ?
Of force it muft have funke fo great a weight.
Have funk her ? where ? how vainely doe I erre ?
Who know all depths are fliallow unto her,
She dreads not in a River to be drown’d,
Who, than the Sea itfelfe, is more profound.
Small Veflells fhake, the great Ship fafely rides,
And, like her Royall builder, awes the Tides;
Above their fome, or rage, we fee her float,
In her bright fcorn, and, Madam, here’s my Vote 5
So may all troubled waves beneath you flirink;
So may you fwim for ever, your foes finkI
It has been obferved that, however gratified the gallant and amorous
Duchefs might have been with this adulation, Ihe certainly muft have
laughed at the Poet for imputing to her bofom the fmallefl portion of fri-
gidity. After trie wits and the ralliers, or raillers, have exhausted them-
Alves in pleafantry and invedtive; let us try if a -plain tale will not put them
the following is taken from beneath an anciently-engraved
portrait of the Duchefs.
Cc