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ON CLARISSA.
I
The finest Shape, the fairest Face,The noblest Mien, and Air, and Grace,
Command Attention, and inspire
Beholding Crowds with amorous Fire.
But ne'er can human Person shine
So beauteous and so near divine,
As where, with every Virtue blest,
The Soul Superior stands confest.
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II
In bright Clarissa's heav'nly FrameMeet all Perfections, worthy Fame.
To crown her, what could Nature more?
And who can see, and not adore?
But what a Triumph Vice must boast,
Were bright Clarissa's Lustre lost?
What Ground wou'd honest Virtue lose?
What Atheist I'd be at the News?
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