Address'd to Miss Charlotte B***s, upon her presenting the Author with a Sprig of Myrtle .

May my future Days be Rue,
If this Myrtle Sprig from you,
Gives me not exalted Joy:
What's the finest D EARD -bought Toy,
When compar'd to Nature's Store?
But to make the Treasure more,
From a Fair, divinely sweet!
Where the dimpl'd Graces meet;
Giv'n with that Goddess Air,
Thanks, my Charlotte — lovely Fair!