Verses to Anna

On her cheek whilst the rose and the lily we find, Whilst her eyes speak a cheerful and innocent mind, Harmonious her accents, and gentle her air, Each youth must confess, that my Anna is fair.

Not eager her learning and wit to display, With the old she is grave, and jocose with the gay, Fallacious pretensions she knows to despise; Thus worth must acknowledge that Anna is wise.

In her heart whilst discretion with sentiment glows, In our bliss she exults, or she pities our woes: Possest of such charms, must not reason conclude, That Anna, lov'd Anna, is fair, wise, and good?