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To MIRANDA.
If e'er I quit the Single Life,
Be This the Model of my Wife.
Be This the Model of my Wife.
O Beauty, without Art, compleat;
Who, from her Toilet simply neat,
The golden Tissue can despise,
And wears no Brilliants, but her Eyes.
Soft-blended in her Eyes should meet,
Desiring Love, and sparkling Wit;
And in her dimpled Smiles be seen
A modest with a cheerful Mien.
As Pauses find in Musick Place,
Her Speech let proper Silence grace.
Who, from her Toilet simply neat,
The golden Tissue can despise,
And wears no Brilliants, but her Eyes.
Soft-blended in her Eyes should meet,
Desiring Love, and sparkling Wit;
And in her dimpled Smiles be seen
A modest with a cheerful Mien.
As Pauses find in Musick Place,
Her Speech let proper Silence grace.
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Her Conversation ever free
From Censure, as from Levity:
And Undissembled Innocence,
Not apt to give, or take Offence.
Nor fond of Compliments, nor Rude;
Not a Coquette, nor yet a Prude.
Averse to wanton Serenades,
Nor pleas'd with Midnight Masquerades.
The Vertues, that her Sex adorn,
By Honour guarded, not by Scorn.
Not Superstitious, nor Profane,
But in Religion Greatly Plain.
From Censure, as from Levity:
And Undissembled Innocence,
Not apt to give, or take Offence.
Nor fond of Compliments, nor Rude;
Not a Coquette, nor yet a Prude.
Averse to wanton Serenades,
Nor pleas'd with Midnight Masquerades.
The Vertues, that her Sex adorn,
By Honour guarded, not by Scorn.
Not Superstitious, nor Profane,
But in Religion Greatly Plain.
To such a Virgin, such a Wife,
I give my Love; I give my Life.
I give my Love; I give my Life.
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