Verses on Miss B

Hail! charmer, than rose more fair, Her face is Beauty's throne; Of lovely, sweet, and graceful air, Her charms can yield to none.

Hail, virtuous maid, quite free from care, In her peace reigns confest; No troubles, discontent, or fear, Assails her pious breast.

Not puff'd with hateful pride her mind, Of unaffected mien; She's condescending, gentle, kind, Mild, prudent, and serene.

Retire ye foolish slaves to dress, Who paint before you're seen; Ye dare not look her in the face, For graceful, modest mien.