Vain Girl,(1) thy Muse to be more Modest teach;
Endeavor not at things above thy Reach:
No common Pen for this great Task is fit,
It asks great
Dryden's
, or sweet
Cowley's
(2) Wit:
T'express the Beauteous wonders of your Face,
Inimitable Colors, Features, Grace,
Angelic Sweetness, and a charming State,
Compounded sweetly, on each Look doth wait:
Oh, if my Fancy could but reach your Worth,
Or find fit Epithets to set it forth,
Kings then to thy fair Eyes should Homage pay,
Expressing Thee more like the Gods than They.