Poems on Several Subjects, Song

Beauty and merit now are join'd, An angel's form, an angel's mind Are sweetly met in thee; Thy soul, which all the virtues grace, Shines forth with lustre in thy face, From affectation free.

Who in thy form, too lovely maid! Can read thy temper there display'd; Can look and calmly see? The face that with such beauty charms, The breast which so much virtue warms, Is sure too much for me!