Classic Poem

On The two Miss *****'* as they Sat before me, hearing of Mr.
Whitefield — — An Extempore Epigram.

Plac'd as I was, such charms within my view,
Say, Whitefield, what could all thy Rhet'ric do?
In vain the nonsense trickl'd from thy tongue,
In vain with canting harmony you Sung;
Their blooming beauties more perswasive prov'd,
My heart with greater energy they mov'd,
Their Swan-like necks my ravish'd eyes did bliss,
Courted the touch, and tempted me to kiss. —