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Think not the changeful Nymph will long elude 



Thy chafe, or with reluctant coynefs frown. 



Infpir'd by her thy happy art mall learn 



To melt in fluent curves whate'er is ftraight, 305 



Acute, or parallel. For, thefc unchang'd, 



Nature and me difdain the formal fcene. 



'Tis their demand, that ev'ry flep of Rule 



Be quite eraz'd. For know, their ev'ry charm 



Springs from Variety ; but all the boaft 



Of Rule is irkfome Uniformity. 



That end to effect we own the cube, or cone, 



Are well employ'd ; but fair Variety 



Lives only where me undulates and fports 



In many a winding train. As Nature then 



Avoids, difdains, abhors all equal lines; 



So Mechanifm purfues, admires, adores. 



Hence is their enmity ; and fooner hope 



With hawks and doves to draw the Cyprian car, 



Than reconcile thefe jarring principles. 320 



Where then, alas, where fhall the Dryads fly 

 That haunt yon antient Villa ? Pity, fure, 



D Will 



