For mind our sex is ever frail,
And brittle as our glasses.
AN
ACROSTIC
UPON A
YOUNG WOMAN,
WRITTEN BY HER LOVER.
HAIL sweetest charmer of the rural plain,
Accept the tribute of a humble swain;
Nor frown, tho’ he presumpt’ous would essay;
No muse your matchless beauties can display.
All that is feign’d of the fair Cyprian queen,
Here in this lovely damsel may be seen.
In her fair form is ev’ry grace combin’d;