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;