The art of love in two books. Written both to men and ladies. A new poem.

The Poet's Ambition.

WELL may great Dryden lasting Fame re∣ceive, 'Tis all the dull, ingrateful World can give. His high rais'd Works shall thro' all Ages stand, The noblest Fabrick in the Muses Land. Beauty and Strength at once his Buildings show, Above, delightful, and secure below, The high rais'd Congreve with successful Pow'rs, On strong Foundations builds Immortal Towr's. Long as his mighty Monarch may he fly, And spread as wide, for he has Soar'd as high. Let Sacred Dryden's Laurels Crown his Head, But let me sit beneath, and see them spread; The Lover only seeks the peaceful Shade. Nor Wit, nor Pow'r, nor Fame to me are Charms, I scorn all Wreaths, but my Amasia's Arms. Me my Ambition does not vainly move, I covet Praise, but 'tis to purchase Love.

Not that my Name may deathless Honours find, Forget—forget me all, make but my Mistress kind. Me shall the Swains young Cupid's Master see, If the Boy's blind, he shall be led by me. And whilst I teach the World experienc'd Things, The Flames of Love shall be my Muse's Wings.