Of Mrs. Arden.

BEhold, and listen, while the fair
Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air,
And with her own breath fans the Fire
VVhich her bright eyes do first inspire.
VVhat reason can that Love controul,
VVhich more than one way courts the Soul?
So when a flash of Lightning falls
On our Abodes, the danger calls
For humane Aid, which hopes the Flame
To Conquer, though from Heaven it came:
But is the Winds with that conspire;
Men strive not, but deplore the Fire.