Softest Words its Flame expressing,
Towards the Dame our Heart possessing.
Love still gentle makes and easy,
Soft in ev’ry Thing we do;
Bent on all Things that may please ye,
Men are Angels when they Woo.
This was wrote somewhere; and means something, if you can find it out.
A Beauty like her’s whose Charms I now sing,
Ne’er sparkled in vain in the Box or the Ring;
No Youth of Distinction who gaz’d on her Eyes,