Character of FANNY

With all of Wit that Nature can bestow, And more of Sense, than ev'n her Sense can know: Her Heart a Mine, by Modesty conceal'd, Untaught to glow, 'till Love the Gem reveal'd: With Tenderness, and Converse sweet, to prove At once the Joys and calm Delights of Love: Her Fancy lively, and her Judgment true; Perfect in Nature, and in Morals too: Her Air coquettish, but her Mind a Prude; Her Body wanton, but her Soul not lewd: Rivals by Turns, her Mind and Person charms, Allays the Lover, and the Husband warms: Who pleas'd at first, and yet at last pleas'd more; My future Hope, and yet my present Store. These are thy Worth; not Dow'r told down in Gold, Too dearly purchas'd for thy Merit sold. Thy Virtues, not my Art, these Numbers frame, Oh! more my Inspiration than my Theme!