On a Young LADY DANCING, Who did great EXECUTION without knowing it

When Stella glides with heedless Glance, Obedient to the sprightly Sound; Through all the Mazes of the Dance, With Musick-moving Feet around:

Such Harmony is in her Air, Such Grace each Attitude supplies; In Transport lost no Sound we hear, A sweeter Concord charms our Eyes.

Thus lovely Venus in her Sphere Thro' winding Measures moves on high; With golden Beams she glads the Year, And gaily gilds the Morning Sky.

While raptur'd Mortals on her gaze, Regardless by what Law she moves; Still ravish'd by her splendid Rays, The joyful World admires and loves.

Triumphant thus no Pang she feels, No Pity melts her vacant Mind: So youthful Victors at their Wheels Unheeded Captives drag behind.

Ah Stella! know thy Power betimes, Guiltless in thee, yet fatal found; Thy Eyes indeed commit no Crimes, Yet ev'ry Glance conveys a Wound.

With Caution use thy dang'rous Charms, Which now at Random thus annoy; And gently wield those glitt'ring Arms By Beauty brighten'd to destroy.

At least behold thy Victims fall, Their Fate should some Compassion move; Thy pity may extend to all, Tho' one alone enjoys thy Love.