Classic Poem

Miss
Perhaps you think, my little Queen,
Return'd once more to Rhime — I mean
In high-wrote Panegyric Verse,
Such as your Sisters Praise rehearse: —
Can you do less, I hear you say,
In peevish Mood, for M E than They ?
Let Interruption cease, I pray;
Least you shou'd think I mean to slight,
Attend my Counsel, mark me right;
Heaven has form'd you fair, 'tis true,
(Under the Rose no Claim for Y OU )
Time may speak further Charms, the Mind;
Can there be ought in human Kind.
However striking, to compare
In Worth with this, my sprightly Fair?
Ne'er let Externals, then, engage,
Such Trifles as allure the Age;
On mental Grace your Parts employ,
Nor this can Time himself destroy.