 | Poems on Several Occasions |  |
To a young Lady, lately married, who had fine Eyes, but a frail Character.
The Sun from whom your Eyes you stole,
Their Glances sure design'd
To warm our Sex from Pole to Pole,
And shine on all Mankind.
Their Glances sure design'd
To warm our Sex from Pole to Pole,
And shine on all Mankind.
74
Now one enjoys what all desire;
The World indeed may mourn;
Yet he like Phaeton may aspire,
And in Possession burn.
The World indeed may mourn;
Yet he like Phaeton may aspire,
And in Possession burn.
| Poems on Several Occasions | |