'T Were both unjust and stupid to refuse
To so much Worth, the Tribute of my Muse;
Tho Saints, as well, may those Bright Forms express,
That in a Rapture they conceive of Bliss;
As I can give such Wondrous Charms their due,
Or, Dress in Words, my Brighter Thoughts of You:
Charming, and Gay, your  seems
As Gay, as if compos'd of Love and Beams;
Such Heavenly Rays adorn your Lovely Eyes,
That, by  they surprize,
And, at your Feet, a Female Victim lies:
But how,  will your Approaches Fire,
If  such gentle thoughts inspire.