Belinda at the Bath

While in these Fountains bright Belinda laves,She adds new Virtues to the healing Waves;Thus in Bethesda's Pool an Angel stood,Bad the soft Waters heal, and blest the Flood;But from her Eye such bright Destruction flies,In vain they flow! for her, the Lover dies.

No more let Tagus boast, whose Beds unfoldA shining Treasure of all-conquering Gold!No more the Po! whose wandring Waters strayIn mazy Errours, thro' the starry Way;Henceforth these Springs superiour Honours share,There Venus laves, but my Belinda here.