 | The Generous Conquerour : Or, the Timely Discovery |  |
To the Ladies.
From yon bright Heaven, our Author fetcht his Fire,
And paints the Passions, that your Eyes inspire,
Full of that Flame, his tender Scenes he warms,
And frames his Goddess, by your matchless Charms.
And paints the Passions, that your Eyes inspire,
Full of that Flame, his tender Scenes he warms,
And frames his Goddess, by your matchless Charms.
So may that Fleet, the Pride of Navys stand,
So, be each shining Sail, completely mann'd.
As you, to Day, shall grace the Poet's Name,
Who writes, and lives, but to record your Fame.
So, be each shining Sail, completely mann'd.
As you, to Day, shall grace the Poet's Name,
Who writes, and lives, but to record your Fame.
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