The play full smiles around the dimpled mouth That happy air of Majesty and Youth. So would I draw (but oh, 'tis vain to try My narrow Genius does the power deny) The Equal Lustre of the Heavenly mind Where every grace with every Virtue's join'd Learning not vain, and wisdom not severe With Greatness easy, and with wit sincere. With Just Description shew the Soul Divine And the whole Princess in my work should shine. |