Classic Poem

Addressed to a Lady of singular Ingenuity

Miss
Persuasion on thy Lips is hung,
Heav'nly Eloquence of Tongue;
In what Variety of Charms,
Little Loves with sweet Alarms,
In thy graceful Form appear,
(Prithee Waldgrave come not here)
Pride and Envy must be mute,
If they dare with thee dispute:
No, it cannot, shall not be,
All must yield the Palm to thee:
But should foolish Beauty claim,
Under that bare, simple Name,
Retreat, thou self-sufficient Fair,
To S APPHO how can'st thou compare!
Of mental Pow'rs how just her Boast;
Never contend—you've doubly lost.