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And upon thy lips shall dwell Truths as pure as Angels tell.
Thus my fair one, may you shine,
Till some youth, by fate divine,
Scorn'd the light fantastic crew,
Rests his happiness on you ;
And you pour into his breast
Joys like what thy sire confest,
When in Hymen's happy band
He receiv'd Eliza's hand.
Oh, born to bless some youth unknown,
Fanny, thy beauties all will own;
Yet all who know you will confess
Your beauty than your merit less.
One who deserves you, would you choose ?
Accept this offering of my Muse :
She paints-ah, hardly paints from life,
Him, who alone should call you wife,
That dear, dear name in which are join'd
All that can charm or sooth the mind.
Let me, my Fair, direct your choice,
For that alone is my advice.
Rules for behaviour I'll not give,
Those from an abler hand receive,
For them to Lyttleton attend,
He, tho' a poet, is a friend,
And trust me, I, my gentle dame,
Although no poet, am the same.
you be happy :-Yes, you wou'd: Then let the favor'd youth be good, Else every tender thought remove, Where there's no virtue, far be love, But where bright glows that heavenly flame, Virtue and love become the same. Scorning the pert, the dull, the vain, The wretch who thirsts for sordid gain, Let fair sincerity and truth Adorn thine only-favor'd youth, To these humility be join'd, That fairest virtue of the mind.
Mark well his looks: let them impart
The genuine fondness of the heart,
That ever in the looks appears
A fondness form’d of hopes and fears.
Mark his behaviour: love inspires
Respectful awe amidst its fires,
His trembling hand to yours
Speaks the soft awe that fills his mind,
His words, his actions should proclaim
A pure, a true, and real flame.
Be sure let cheerfulness divine Inspire the heart that's made for thine,
For that, when join'd with manly sense,
Pleasures perpetual will dispense.
These virtues let us now unite
To place them in the fairest light,
And see how lovely they'll appear :-
He must be good, must be sincere,
Be true, be humble, and his love
Be pure as virtue may apprové,
Respectful fondness must he show,
And round him cheerfulness must throw
Her pleasing light, her beams divine,
To make his virtues brighter shine.
Thus have I drawn th’ ideal man That may deserve deserving Fan. And know you none whom this is like? None where resemblance strong may strike?: Or is there this distinguish'd one ? Be he or not as yet unknown, Have him, my lovely Maid, or none.
On foreign or on English ground If this deserving youth be found, In whom these merits all combine, Bring him to me to make him thine : I'll exercise my magic powers, And date from thence your happiest hours.
But if, rejecting my advice, As fancy's form, and over-nice,
To one unlike you'll give your charms,
And take th’ unworthy to your arms,
Trust me, my office I'll decline;
The hateful deed shall ne'er be mine,
Merit, with all its charms, to give
Where there's no merit to receive.