I will perform like duty!
S ince thou resemblest, every way,
A stræa, Queen of Beauty.
B oth you, fresh beauties do partake!
E ither's aspect, doth Summer make,
T houghts of young Love awaking!
H earts you both, do cause to ache;
A nd yet be pleased with aching.
R ight dear art thou! and so is She!
E ven like attractive sympathy