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L A D Y
Sitting before her Glass.
SO smooth;and clear the Fountain was
He for himself despair'd and dy'd:
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Which some deceitful Swain has set j OT • *
Pleas'd Pleas'd with her self she fondly stays
To die deluded in the Net:
But, Chlorisi whilst you there review .
Those Graces op'ning in their Bloom, Think how Disease and Age pursue,
Your riper Glories to consume: Then sighing you will wish your Glass .Cou'd shew to Chloris what she was.
Let Pride no more give Nature Law,
Her Form, like yours, bright Cynthia saw
Yet priz'd not all her Charms above
The Pleasure of Endymiori's Love.
No longer let your Glass supply
Where oft to my deluded Eye
But play'd so lightly on your Mind,
It left no lasting Print behind.
O N T H E
Mr. Robert Trefusis;
Three Tears Old, March 22, 17£
By Mr. BROOME.
WH Y, lovely Babe, does slumber seal your See, fair Aurora blushes in the Skies! The Sun, which gave you Birth, in bright Arras Be gins his Course, and ushers in the Day.
N * Calmly Calmly Serene and Glorious to the View
He marches forth, and strives to look like you.
Fair Beauty's Bud! when Time shall stretch thy Confirm thy Charms, and ripen thee to Man, How shall each Swain, each beauteous Nymph
For Love each Nymph, for Envy ev'ry Swain.
To sliew their fatal Pow'r, and all their Charms,in