You own'd my  , divinely fair,
When in the Bud her native Beauties were:
Your Praise did then her early Charms confess,
Yet you'd perswade me to adore her less,
You but the Non-age of her Beauty saw,
But might from thence sublime Ideas draw;
And what she is, by what she was, conclude,
For now she governs those, she then subdu'd.