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WRITTEN UNDER AN ENGRAVING OF THE HONORABLE MRS. SHERARD, BY SMITH, AFTER KNELLER
She looks at me from arching brows,This winsome, some one else's spouse;
This woman to be grave or gay with—
To call and see, to wish to stay with.
Such eyes are blue. Such cheeks are rosy!
Who gave, or who will get, her posy?
Ah, who can tell? but this I see—
She's framed and glazed to smile on me,
She never speaks, she will not sing,
She always does the wiser thing.
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