Why are thy Beauties flash’d upon the Blind?
What, tho’ thy flutt’ring Sex might learn, from thee,
That Merit forms a Rank, above Degree?
That Pride, too conscious, falls, from ev’ry Claim,
While humble Sweetness climbs, beyond its Aim?
What, tho’ Religion, smiling from thy Eyes,
Shews her plain Power, and charms without Disguise?
What, tho’ thy warmly-pleasing moral Scheme
Gives livelier Rapture, than the Loose can dream?
What, tho’ thou build’st, by thy persuasive Life,