Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Painter I have often seen,
What a Flatterer thou hast been,
Take thy Pencil now and shew
What thy Art with Truth can do,
Paint me with the nicest care,
One that's young and wondrous fair,
Paint Corinna's Mein and Air,
On her Eyes imploy thy skill,
Make 'em Kind, but make 'em Kill,
Make 'em soft, and make 'em bright,
Let 'em, like her own, delight,
Draw her Fore-head, then her Nose,
All that's Beautiful suppose,

Made for Love and Lovers blisses,
Cheeks and Lips design'd for kisses,
Lips so red and Teeth so white.
Fancy cannnot do her right.
Such a white and such a red,
Never can be thought or said;
All thy Colours will not do,
Search abroad and seek for new.
See if nature can supply,
Colours of so fine a dye;
Draw her Neck, and then her Breast
Draw—What must not be Exprest.
Charm me with her shape and Skin,
Let her be all o're Divine,
In her Picture let her see;
What she still deny's to me,
Make her smile, and she will own,
Naught so hateful as a frown.