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Yet there is something in her face,
Tho'she's unread in Plato's lore, Might bring even Plato to disgrace,
For leaving precepts taught before:
And there is magic in her eye,
Tho' she's unskilled to conjure down The pale moon from th' affrighted sky,
Would draw Endymion from the moon :
And there are words that she can speak,
Most easy to be understood,
By Helen talk'd, when Paris woo'd:
And she has raptures in her power,
More worth than all the flattering claim Of learning's unsubstantial dower,
In present praise, or future fame.
Let me but kiss her soft warm hand,
And let me whisper in her ear What Knowledge would not understand,
And Wisdom would disdain to hear.
And let her listen to my tale,
And let one smiling blush arise, Best omen that my vows prevail !
I'll scorn the scorn of all the wise.
CLASS THE SECOND.
FREDERICK, PRINCE OF WALES.
BY THE LATE EARL NUGENT.
INTRODUCTION TO THE PRINCE.
Nor me the glories of thy birth en ge,
These saving truths import thee most to know,