To the Right Honorable the Lady Olympia R. on her Genius in POETRY. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 110-112. [16],207,[1]p.

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To the Right Honorable the Lady Olympia R. on her Genius in POETRY . NINE Muses celebrate the Poets Art , And you a 10th shall teach the noblest part Virtue and Beauty so divinely known In you , I thought , would be enough for one ; Yet Heaven , that more admir'd its work should be , Has gilt your Mind with glittering Poetry ; With Gifts uncommon has inspir'd your Soul , Nor thought a part sufficient , but the whole . Well may that happy Sex the World subdue , That Conquer Men with Wit and Beauty too ; What foreign Force is proper for our Aid , When Powers like these Great Britain does invade , Our selves against our selves , we must divide , And to secure us run off to your side , With such a double Force when you assail , Alas , what single Armor can prevail ! So fam'd Thalestris in the Trojan War , Like Pallas Valiant , and like Venus Fair , With double Weapons always gain'd the Prize , Who miss'd her Sword , fell Prisoner to her Eyes . Those who can with bright Beauties Charms dispence , And think they're free , are captiv'd by your Sense , And ah , what Force so strong that it should dare T' oppose the Good , the Witty , and the Fair ; Warm me then , Madam , by your Muses fire , And let me see the Works I shall admire , My Genius by your Influence shall breath , And proudly bind your Bays into a wreath .