On Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's Portrait

The play full smiles around the dimpled mouth
That happy air of Majesty and Youth.
So would I draw (but oh, 'tis vain to try
My narrow Genius does the power deny)
The Equal Lustre of the Heavenly mind
Where every Grace with every Virtue's join'd
Learning not vain, and wisdom not severe
With Greatness easy, and with wit sincere.
With Just Description shew the Soul Divine
And the whole Princesse in my work should shine.
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