POETRY
... I Sonnet To the Young Lady, who Iamenftrd (hat 8he teas not morc BeautyW. . REPINE not Lady that thot art not rich Inbeauty'sgifts. Ob vishnotthatthychbeek Could vie in beauty with the blushing rose, Or that thy eyes like sibyl's fires could witch A giddy throng to worship at thy feet And thoughtless pledge thdir faithless, fragile vows. These charms though bright, are fading;-you possess A ...