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On a Lady's Picture.

Believe, Posterity, believe it true,
This from no fancied Form the Pencil drew;
No Angel sate, with lucid Visions sent,
To bless the Eyes of some departing Saint.

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No! all the Charms which on this Picture dwell
(And ah what pity 'tis!) are mortal all.
Thus much 'tis sit to let the Picture speak,
Lest this for some bright Being they mistake
Of Heav'nly Race; and to Mankind be lost
The greatest Honour it could ever boast.