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Poems on Several Occasions

In Two Volumes. By Mr. Joseph Mitchell

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VERSES TO A Gentleman who was charm'd with OPHELIA's Person.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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VERSES TO A Gentleman who was charm'd with OPHELIA's Person.

'Tis true, she's fair and lovely to the view—
What more cou'd rival Art and Nature do?
I wonder not, you're conquer'd by her Charms,
And covet my Elysium in her Arms—
But did you see her Beauties with my Eyes,
Were but your Love like mine, with what Surprize,
What warm Desires you'd gaze away your Pow'rs,
And think the World well lost to have her Yours.

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Fancy, my Friend, in Love Affairs prevails:
Beauties are made by it, when Nature fails.
The Fair looks fairer, that our Fancy strikes,
And Charms o'er spread the Ugly, whom it likes.
Were my Ophelia hateful to the Sight,
Approv'd by Fancy, she'd be all Delight.
But I nor to the Eye, nor Fancy, yield—
Victorious Vertues bear me from the Field.
Judgment and Reason, Governors of Life,
Determin'd me to make Ophelia Wife.
They shew'd me first the Beauties of her Mind,
Beauties! whose least adds Grace to Womankind;
These, these, my Friend, are lasting as the Soul,
That Time and Trouble never can controul:

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Tho' all her Roses, and her Lillies, fade,
Tho' Flesh decay, and Life were turn'd to Shade,
The noble, hidden, Riches wou'd endure,
Furnish fresh Charms, and fix my Love secure.
Had you, my Friend, a Perspective so clear,
And cou'd you thus behold my darling Fair,
How soon you'd quit the Prospect of her Face,
And, with new Wonder, on her Vertues gaze!
Vertues! that wou'd constrain you to confess,
That I had Cause to court this Happiness:
And teach you Skill among her Sex to find
An Object fair, made fairer by her Mind.