To Mrs. Mary CÆsar, upon seeing her just after the Marriage of her Friend, the Lady Margaret Harley. I I read in your delighted Face, The Nuptial Bands are ty'd: From me congratulate her Grace, Young Portland's lovely Bride. II Tell her, an humble, artless Muse Would hail the happy Pair; But that, like Flow'rs by deadly Dews, Her Strains are damp'd by Care. III Those whom the tuneful Nine inspire, Have now a spacious Field: To them I must resign the Lyre, To none in Wishes yield. IV May Prudence still the Fair attend, Who, with distinguish'd Taste, In CÆsar early chose a Friend, With ev'ry Virtue grac'd: V Who back a thousand Years may trace, And her Descent maintain, From Ademar's illustrious Race, Ally'd to Charlemain.