Belinda Blushing

I Sing the beauties that adorn Belinda's lovely face, Her blushes emulate the morn, And give enchanting grace.

'Tis Virtue paints an op'ning rose Upon her blooming cheek; 'Tis Virtue would the charms disclose That real worth bespeak.

Her modest beauties all are pure; And sweetest joys impart: No tinsil can like these insure The captivated heart.

Pleasing angelic Modesty! Thy blooms resistless prove; Chaste Innocence attends on thee, And Constancy and Love!