Nor You the kind Indulgence will refuse,
Skill'd in the Labours of the deathless Muse:
The deathless Muse with undiminisht Rays
Through distant Times the lovely Dame conveys.
To GLORIANA  Harp was strung;
The Queen still shines, because the Poet sung.
Ev'n all those Graces, in your Frame combin'd,
The common Fate of Mortal Charms may find;
(Content Our short-liv'd Praises to engage,
The Joy and Wonder of a Single Age,)
Unless some Poet in a lasting Song
To late Posterity their Fame prolong,
Instruct our Sons the radiant Form to prize,
And see Your Beauty with their Fathers' Eyes.