Upon Another Lady, the Sister

Miss
Beauty's Charms must soon away,
Ev'ry Moment wings Decay;
Tho' possess'd of ev'ry Grace,
Such a Mein, so fair a Face,
You to Time must still give Place.
Ev'ry Beauty of th' Mind,
Various Charms with Ease combin'd;
Add that recent sweet Display,
(Not a Glove must soil To-day)
Such Attention claims a Lay.
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