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TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LADY HERVEY.

Late in the Graces' annals have I read
The myrtle wreath adorn'd your youthful head;
That you unrival'd trod th' Idalian green,
And that the Loves elected you their Queen:
Of jealous time despise the trivial harm,
Still by your wit you conquer, reign, and charm;
The learn'd throughout the realm your genius own,
And Hervey only has exchang'd her throne!