Song.
[118.]I must confess, upon a day,
When all my thoughts were Westward ha,
Near Hampton Court I saw a Face,
The Throne of Modesty and Grace;
In whose each motion might be seen
Hadassa and the Southern Queen;
Her Smiles were arguments to prove
The Phœnix, and the God of Love.
From these the Pencil learnt those Draughts
Of Titan's Beams, and Cupid's Shafts.
Bless me, said I, since I must die,
My Heart a Sacrifice shall lie,
Burnt with the Lustre of her eye.