On Amoret's Recovery from a Severe Fit of Sickness, June IV. MDCCLXI

Thus, when bleak winds their baleful influence shed, The lovely lilly droops her languid head; Till cheer'd by Sol's invigorating power, More fair revives the animated flower— With you reviv'd we grateful tribute pay, And bless the god of med'cine and of day. Poean, whose presence health to mortals brings, Rose on your bower with healing in his wings; And now rejoic'd we view, all mild and meek, Beams in your eye, and roses on your cheek. As from the furnace glows the golden ore, Refin'd by fire, and brighter than before, So Amoret, new-clad in beauty's arms, Emerges irresistable in charms. Thus late I saw, thro' Galileo's eyes, Venus, the splendid star that gilds the skies, Immers'd within the sun's refulgent rim, Her beams were faded, and her lustre dim: Soon with fresh radiance glow'd her lovely face, The pride of evening, and the morning's grace: You now, dear Amoret, our lyres employ, Your late revival gives the public joy: No longer now your charms in shades you shroud, But rise a brighter Venus from the cloud.