ON LOOKING AT THE PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL FEMALE.
What dazzling beauties strike my ravish’d eyes,
And fill my soul with pleasure and surprise!
What blooming sweetness smiles upon that face!
How mild, yet how majestic every grace!
In those bright eyes what more than mimic fire
Benignly shines, and kindles gay desire!
Yet chasten’d modesty, fair white-robed dame,
Triumphant sits to check the rising flame.
Sure nature made thee her peculiar care: