Classic Poem

The following Eight Lines were writ by an unknown Lady, on the blank Leaf before Cyprian

So well perform'd! and by a Fetter'd Hand !
What does not this excelling Work demand;
Whilst Piety , and Pity , warmly fue,
For Him , who gives this Poem to your View.

 The Lady 's Friend! who, in an English Dress,
Reveals, what else they never could possess:
Then let the Fair indulge the Muse in Bonds ,
And Benefits flow double from their Hands .