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On the Lady Bridget Noel.
Wonder of Nature! never yet
So bright a Soul and fair a Body met,
A Jewell worthy such a Cabinet:
Nature her gifts us'd wisely to dispence,
And with good Miene supply the Want of sence.
In You the stores of Wit and Beauty meet,
This Decks your Face, and that your Mind:
Heaven's Treasures are in You combin'd,
And every God with gifts your Birth did greet.
So bright a Soul and fair a Body met,
A Jewell worthy such a Cabinet:
Nature her gifts us'd wisely to dispence,
And with good Miene supply the Want of sence.
In You the stores of Wit and Beauty meet,
This Decks your Face, and that your Mind:
Heaven's Treasures are in You combin'd,
And every God with gifts your Birth did greet.
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Angels to You do brag they'r kin,Whose Soul doth thrô your Chrystal body shine;
And what appears without comes from within.
Your Body such, as Goddesses put on;
When they to meet their Earthly Loves come down.
Nature on You hath Lavish'd all her store,—
A Dearth of Beauty must succeed,
And Fools revolving Years must breed;
For She, that hath given all, can give no more.
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