ODE X. To Ligurina.
By J. M. M. A. late of Oriel-College, Oxford.
Blest as thou art with Beauty's Arms,
And proudly wanton in Excess of Charms,
What tho' kind Venus decks thy Face
With all the blushing Violet's purple Grace?
What tho' she taught that Hair to break
In easy Ringlets, o'er thy polish'd Neck?
Pale Age shall soon that Face invade,
And thy grey Locks forget their nut-brown Shade
Then at thy Glass (if there that Day
Thou dar'st to look) repentant thou shalt say,
‘Why were the Charms of Youth consign'd
‘In vain Profusion to so proud a Mind?
‘Or why, since now that Pride is o'er,
‘Will Youth with all its Charms return no more?’
