As bold as his who snatched celestial fire;
But soon as e’er the beauteous idiot spoke,
Forth from her coral lips such folly broke,
Like balm the trickling nonsense healed my wound,
And what her eyes enthralled, her tongue unbound.
On a dumb Boy, very beautiful, and of great quickness of parts.
WRITTEN BY A LADY.
I sing the boy, who, gagged and bound,
Has been by nature robbed of sound;
Yet has she found a generous way,