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To Selinda.

An Apology for having celebrated Others.

I

Plato, who to Perfection brought,
And made of gentle Love a Duty,
Wise Plato's Rules have gravely taught
To scale by Steps to perfect Beauty.

II

Long had I strove, with equal Care,
In thought some perfect Form to find;
I stole a Grace from ev'ry Fair,
To deck the Charmer in my Mind.

III

Guiltless of Love! 'Twas hence I sought
To praise the Sex with nicer Art:
Resolv'd, the Form my Fancy wrought
Alone, when found, shou'd move my Heart.

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IV

From ev'ry fragrant Beauty known
The Bees thus furnish out their Hive;
To None confin'd; intent alone
On the rich compound, they contrive.

V

Like Mancha's Knight, I form'd a Fair,
My Prowess in her Cause to shew:
Nor guess'd a real Nymph cou'd share,
Much less, engross my Heart, like YOU.

VI

Hence then, Selinda, you'll discover,
(If not, the sprightlier Muse may shew it,)
That then the Poet made the Lover;
As now, the Lover makes the Poet.