To his fairest Valentine Mrs. A.L.
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COME pretty Birds present your Lays,
And learn to chaunt a Goddess Praise;
Ye Wood-Nymphs let your Voices be,
Employ’d to serve her Deity:
And warble forth, ye Virgins Nine,
Some Musick to my Valentine.
Her Bosom is Loves Paradise,
There is no Heav’n but in her Eyes;
She’s chaster than the Turtle-Dove,
And fairer than the Queen of Love;
Yea, all Perfections do combine,
To beautifie my Valentine.
She’s Nature’s choicest Cabinet,
Where Honour, Beauty, Worth and Wit,
Are all united in her Breast,
The Graces claim an Interest:
All Vertues that are most Divine,
Shine clearest in my Valentine.
A Ballad,
Or, Collin’s Adventure.
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