We all to conqu'ring Beauty bow, Its pleasing Pow'r admire; But I ne'er knew a Face 'till now, That like yours could inspire. Now I may say, I met with one, Amazes all Mankind; And like Men gazing on the Sun, With too much light am blind. Soft as the tender moving Sighs, When longing Lovers meet; Like the divining Prophets wise, And like blown Roses sweet: Modest, yet Gay; Reserv'd, yet Free; Each happy Night a Bride; A Mein like awful Majesty, And yet no spark of Pride. The Patriarch, to gain a Wife, Chast, Beautiful, and Young: Serv'd fourteen Years a painful Life, And never thought 'em long. Ah! were you to reward such Cares, And Life so long couldst stay; Not fourteen, but four hundred Years, Would seem but as one Day. |