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TO CLARA.

Aberdeen, October 26, 1728.

When first I saw you (who says Love is blind?)
Your bending Head was on your Arm reclin'd;
A down-cast Look, but yet superior Grace
Adorn'd with modest Airs your matchless Face;
Your rising Breasts in gentle Heavings play'd,
Like downy Cygnets on smooth Thames convey'd;
The graceful Attitude attack'd my Sight,
Inspiring Rev'rence mixt with soft Delight:
Henceforth, said I, no more let Mem'ry vex
My Soul with what I've suffer'd from the Sex;
This faultless Maid may well absolve them all;
And Venus! lo, thy Slave obeys thy Call.

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At Distance view'd if you could thus surprize,
How warm the nearer Infl'ence of your Eyes!
When Wit too, join'd with Beauty's potent Arms,
Subdu'd my Heart with still increasing Charms.
But Conqu'rors rarely merciful are seen;
You rule a Tyrant, who might reign a Queen.
Ah, kinder treat a Vassal-Love distrest;
Be stil'd alike the Fairest and the Best:
Reward my Homage with Returns of Grace,
And make but good the Promise of your Face,
Where each sweet Trait seems gently to conspire,
At once to Raise and Favour my Desire.