Till he had almost lost th' important race;Yet he his mistress by her favour won;So may our prize assist us when we run."What mean these starts? you must not, can't remove:This kind auspicious place was fram d for love.I fear you're crowded,- Gentlemen, forbear,Pray let your arms and knees the lady spare;Madam, your gown hangs down-nay, pray let me—Oh heav'ns ! what fine, what curious legs I see!Sure, who Diana in a forest drew,Copied in this the graceful'st parts from you;Such Atalant discovering as she ran,What rapt'rous wishes seiz'd MenalionI burn'd and rag'd before—what then are these,But flames on flames, and waters to the seas?By these a thousand other charms are guess'd,