To Mr. Worsdale. Occasion'd by Seeing Celia's Picture Unfinish'd

Writ extempore at Kensington.

Yet, W ORSDALE , yet, thou must exert thy Art,
To paint the matchless Virtues of her Heart:
'Tis not enough, that Wit and Beauty join;
But, in her Face, let Sense and Judgment shine;
Let Godlike Bounty crown her gen'rous Soul,
And solid Wisdom dignify the Whole:
So, in thy Piece, shall each Beholder see
A finish'd C ELIA Her , a K NELLER Thee .
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