LOOKING-GLASS, 
12S 
Conceal tliy beauties in the grateful flood. 
Enough thofe ruby lips inflame my blood. 
Blefl: with thy fmiles, admiring every grace, 
A painter longs to draw thy blooming face ; 
Thy freflr complexion, dimples, and the role 
That gives eleftric kifles, while he glows 
With zeal to paint, as Adam painted Eve, 
When Parfon Poole fliall blefs and give us leave j 
For, faid a Monarch of immortal name, 
One Kifs is worth a thoufand years in fame ! 
ESSAY 
