Is there not One who reads the hearts of men,
And paints them strongly with unrivall’d pen?
All their fierce Passions in her scenes appear;
Terror she bids arise, bids fall the tear;
Looks in the close recesses of the mind,
And gives the finish’d portraits to mankind,
By skill conducted, and to Nature true—
And yet no man on earth would call Joanna Blue!
Not so Miranda! She is ever prest 70
To give opinions, and she gives her best.