BEAUTY, the fondling Mother’s earliest Pray’r,
Nature’s kind Gift to sweeten worldly Care.
Beauty the greatest Extasy imparts,
Steals thro’ our Eyes, and revels in our Hearts;
Adds Lustre to a Crown, gives Weight to Sense,
The Orator assists in Truth’s Defence.
The very Fool our Hearts resistless warms,
And while we curse the Tongue, the Figure charms.
If Beauty be the Subject of our Praise,
A rude, mishapen Lump Contempt must raise.