The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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The onely Shee
Were all that can be cal'd true bewty sitt,
Plac'd and Inthron'd in one face, you have it;
Or best of featurs, crusht into one forme,
T'is your face still; others looke like a Storme.
Gras't like a Goddes, borne by Angells' wings,
All your Sex Else, such wretched mortall things.
Shap't beyond best of Pensill's Arte, So fine,
Such Even length; not Humayne but Divine:
When Unbeleevers thinke this cannot bee,
Lucas but nam'd converts them, onely Shee.
Plac'd and Inthron'd in one face, you have it;
Or best of featurs, crusht into one forme,
T'is your face still; others looke like a Storme.
Gras't like a Goddes, borne by Angells' wings,
All your Sex Else, such wretched mortall things.
Shap't beyond best of Pensill's Arte, So fine,
Such Even length; not Humayne but Divine:
When Unbeleevers thinke this cannot bee,
Lucas but nam'd converts them, onely Shee.
Sweetest of Nature, Virtu, you are it;
Cerenest Judgment, Phansey for a witt;
So confidently modest, so discreet,
As Lust turnes love, love homage att your feet,
Saint-like Religeous, not for shew but true;
And Honor's Height onely belongs to you.
So affable, yet keeps your State, all say;
Strikes such respect as none dares thinke hee may:
Your youth as freshe as Morning day we see;
And all this all is Lucas, that is shee.
Cerenest Judgment, Phansey for a witt;
So confidently modest, so discreet,
As Lust turnes love, love homage att your feet,
Saint-like Religeous, not for shew but true;
And Honor's Height onely belongs to you.
So affable, yet keeps your State, all say;
Strikes such respect as none dares thinke hee may:
Your youth as freshe as Morning day we see;
And all this all is Lucas, that is shee.
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