The BEAUTIES . An EPISTLE to Mr. ECKARDT the PAINTER . DEsponding artist , talk no more Of Beauties of the days of yore , Of Goddesses renown'd in Greece , And ZEUXIS' composition-piece , Where every nymph that could at most Some single grace or feature boast , Contributed her favourite charm To perfect the ideal form . 'Twas CYNTHIA'S brow , 'twas LESBIA'S eye , 'Twas CLOE'S cheeks' vermilion dye ; ROXANA lent the noble air , Dishevell'd flow'd ASPASIA'S hair , And CUPID much too fondly press'd His mimick mother THAIS' breast . Antiquity , how poor thy use ! A single Venus to produce ! Friend Eckardt , ancient story quit , Nor mind whatever Pliny writ ; Felibien and Fresnoy declaim , Who talk of Raphael's matchless fame , Of Titian's tints , Corregio's grace , And Carlo's each Madonna face , As if no Beauties now were made , But Nature had forgot her trade . 'Twas Beauty guided Raphael's line From heavenly Women , styl'd divine ; They warm'd old Titian's fancy too , And what he could not taste he drew : Think you Devotion warm'd his breast When Carlo with such looks express'd His virgins , that her vot'ries feel Emotions — not , I'm sure , of zeal ? In Britian's isle observe the Fair , And curious chuse your models there ; Such patterns as shall raise your name To rival sweet Corregio's fame : Each single piece shall be a test , And Zeuxis' patchwork be a jest ; Who ransack'd Greece , and cull'd the age To bring one Goddess on the stage : On your each convass we'll admire The charms of the whole heav'nly choir . Majestick Juno shall be seen In Miss Harvey , now Mrs. Phipps . HARVEY'S glorious aweful mien . Where Lady Caroline Fitzroy . FITZROY moves , resplendent Fair ; So warm her bloom , sublime her air ; Her ebon tresses , form'd to grace , And heighten while they shade her face : Such troops of martial youth around , Who court the hand that gives the wound ; 'Tis Pallas , Pallas stands confess'd , Tho' Lord Petersham , STANHOPE'S more than Paris bless'd . So The Duchess of Cleveland like Pallas , among the beauties at Windsor . CLEVELAND shown in warlike pride , By Lilly's pencil defy'd : So The Duchess of Grafton , among the beauties of Hampton Court . GRAFTON , matchless dame , commands The fairest work of Kneller's hands : The blood that warm'd each amorous court , In veins as rich still loves to sport : And George's age beholds restor'd , What William boasted , Charles ador'd . For Venuses the Trojan ne'er Was half so puzzled to declare : Ten Queens of Beauty , sure I see ! Yet sure the true is Lady Emily Lenox , now Countess of Kildare EMILY : Such majesty of youth and air , Yet modest as the village fair : Attracting all , indulging none , Her beauty like the glorious Sun Thron'd eminently bright above , Impartial warms the world to love . In smiling Lady Mary Capel . CAPEL'S beauteous look Rich Autumn's Goddess is mistook , With poppies and with spiky corn , Eckardt , her nut-brown curls adorn ; And by her side , in decent line , Place charming Countess of Berkley . BERKLEY , Proserpine . Mild as a summer sea , serene , In dimpled beauty next be seen , Countess of Aylesbury . AYLESBURY like hoary Neptune's Queen . With her the light-dispensing Fair , Whose beauty gilds the morning air , And bright as her attendant sun , The new Aurora , Mrs Lyttleton . LYTTLETON . Such Guido's Aurora in the Respigliori Palace at Rome . Guido's pencil beauty-tip'd , And in ethereal colours dip'd . In measur'd dance to tuneful song Drew the sweet Goddess , as along Heaven's azure 'neath their light feet spread , The buxom Hours she fairest led . The crescent on her brow display'd , In curls of loveliest brown inlaid , With every charm to rule the night , Like Dian , Countess of Strafford . STRAFFORD woos the sight ; The easy shape , the piercing eye , The snowy bosom's purity , The unaffected gentle phrase Of native wit in all she says ; Eckardt , for these thy art's too faint : You may admire , but cannot paint . How Hebe smil'd , what bloom divine On the young Goddess lov'd to shine , From Miss Carpenter . CARPENTER we guess , or see All-beauteous Miss Manners . MANNERS beam for thee . How pretty Flora , wanton maid , By Zephyr woo'd in noon-tide shade , With rosy hand coquetly throwing Pansies , beneath her sweet touch blowing ; How blithe she look'd let Miss Fanny Maccartney . FANNY tell ; Let Zephyr own if half so well . Another Pomona . Goddess of the year , Fair Queen of Summer , see , appear ; Her auburn locks with fruitage crown'd , Her panting bosom loosely bound , Ethereal beauty in her face , Rather the beauties of her race , Whence ev'ry Goddess , envy smit , Most own each Stonehouse meets in Miss Atkins , now Mrs. Pitt . PITT , Exhausted all the heav'nly train , How many Mortals yet remain , Whose eyes shall try your pencil's art , And in my numbers claim a part ! Our sister Muses must describe M. Chudleigh . CHUDLEIGH , or name her of the tribe ; And L. Juliana Farmor . JULIANA with the Nine Shall aid the melancholy line , To weep her dear L. Sophia Farmor , Countess of Granville . Resemblance gone , Where all these beauties met in One . Sad fate of beauty ! more I see , Afflicted , lovely family ! Two beauteous Nymphs , here , Painter , place , Lamenting o'er their Miss Mary Evelyn , sister Grace ; Mrs. Boone . One , matron-like , with sober grief , Scarce gives her pious sighs relief ; While Mrs. Elizabeth Evelyn . other lovely Maid appears In all the melting pow'r of tears ; The softest form , the gentlest grace , The sweetest harmony of face ; Her snowy limbs , and artless move Contending with the Queen of Love , While bashful Beauty shuns the prize , Which EMILY might yield to EVELYN'S eyes .