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