Song

No gaudy Rubens ever dare
With flaunting Genius, rosy Loves,
To crowd the scene, in sunshine's glare,
Exposing her the Muse approves.

Let, chaste Poussin, thy shaded stream
Reflect her pensive, tender air;
Let evening veil, with sober beam,
In bashful night the bashful Fair.
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