Whom Nature ornaments with guilty charms;
To banish faith, conceal a vicious heart,
Or elevate caprice and fraud to art,
The despicable beauties, whose controul,
Destroys the seeds of honour in the soul;
Who glorying o’er illustrious slaves to reign,
Contrive each day to swell the inglorious train;
The blaze of beauty wrap in viewless gloom,
And dress with flow’rs their passage to the tomb.
Forgive this transport; yes, the keenest dart