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To the Painter, after he had finish'd Dorinda's Picture.

Painter, thou hast perform'd what Man can do,
Only Dorinda's self more Charms can shew.

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Bold are thy Strokes, and delicate each Touch,
But still the Beauties of her Face are such
As cannot justly be describ'd; tho' all
Confess 'tis like the bright Original.
In her, and in thy Picture, we may view
The utmost Nature, or that Art can do,
Each is a Master-piece, design'd so well
That future Times may strive to parallel,
But neither Art nor Nature's able to excel.