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ON CLARISSA.
I
With Virtues, Loves, and Graces join'd,Not Eve in Eden, ere she sinn'd,
Clarissa's Angel Form out-shin'd,
And rais'd more Admiration!
Her Stature, Shape, her Mien, and Air,
Her Bosom, Breasts, Her Neck and Hair,
Her Eyes so bright, and Face so fair,
Are fraughted with Temptation.
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II
Ye Sages, say, by Flesh and Blood,How can such Beauties be withstood?
What Hermit wou'd not, if he cou'd,
To Wantonness persuade her!
But, round her Stock of Innocence,
The flaming Swords of Wit and Sense
Turn every Way in her Defence,
Against the bold Invader!
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