The crafty Flow’rs well knowing this 
The onely fleight to fteal a Kifs. 
Mark how the glorious Tulips rife 
In Various drels, to take your Eyes, 
And how the fair’ ftandall the reft — 
Scrive, which fhall triumph on your Breft. 
But heark, methinks near yonder Well, 
Thearthe voice of Philomel , 7 
Seeming to challenge a difpute, 
“*Twixt her thrill Voice and your {weet Lute: - 
Alas poor Bird thou wanteft Art, 
One touch of Yours will break her Heart, 
And as the falls, Sing but one ftrain, 
‘Twill peece her broken Heart again. 
Thus your rich Beauty and rare Parts 
Excel all Flow’rs, exceed all’Arts. 
Live then {weet Lady, to inherit — 
Your Fathers Fortune, and his Spirit, 
Your Mothers Faces Attract ais | 
Then dye a Saint,andbeEnfhrind: ss 
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