To The Ladies.

Pray Ladies breath, awhile lay by
Caelestial Sydney's Arcady ;
Heere's a Story that doth Claime
A little respite from his Flame:
Then with a quick dissolving looke
Unfold the smoothnes of this book,
To which no Art (except your sight)
Can reach a worthy Epithite;
'Tis an Abstract of all Volumes,
A Pillaster of all Columnes
Fancy e're rear'd to Wit , to be
The smallest Gods Epitome,
And so compactedly expresse
All Lovers pleasing Wretchednes.

Gallant Pamela's Majesty,
And her sweet Sisters Modesty
Are fixt in each of you; you are
Distinct, what these together were:
Divinest that are really
What Cariclea's feign'd to be;
That are ev'ry one the Nine ,
And brighter here Astrea's shine;
View our Lucippe , and remaine
In her, these Beauties o're againe.

Amazement! Noble Clitophon ,
Ev'n now lookt somewhat colder on
His cooler Mistresse, and she too
Smil'd not as she us'd to do;
See! the Individuall Payre
Are at sad Oddes, and parted are;
They quarrell, aemulate, and stand
At strife, who first shal kisse your hand.

A new Dispute there lately rose
Betwixt the Greekes and Latines , whose
Temple's should be bound with Glory
In best languaging this Story;
Yee Heyres of Love, that with one Smile
A ten-yeeres War can reconcile;
Peacefull Hellens ! Vertuous! See!
The jarring Languages agree,
And here all Armes layd by, they doe
In English meet, to wayt on you.