No art from him can shield exterior charms.

But would you, fair ones, be esteem’d, approved,

And with an everlasting ardor loved;

Would you in wrinkled age, admirers find,

In every female virtue dress the mind;

Adorn the heart, and teach the soul to charm,

And when the eyes no more the breast can warm,

These ever-blooming beauties shall inspire

Each gen’rous heart with friendship’s sacred fire;

These charms shall neither wither, fade, nor fly;