Sat. V. The Universal Pdssidn . p yLike a Dove’s n eck , (he s hifts her tra nsient charm s„And is her own dear rival in your arms.
But one admirer has the painted lass*
Nor finds that one, but in her looking-glass:
Yet Laura % beautiful to such excess,t.
^ That all her art scarce makes her please the less:j. To deck the female cheek He only knows*
(c Who paints less fair the lilly , and the rose,
How gay they smile ? filch blessings nature potirS*O’er-llockt mankind enjoy but .half her (lores jIn diilant wilds, by human eyes unseen*
She rears her flow’rs, and spreads her velvet greemPure gurgling rills the lonely defart trace,
And waste their musick on the savage race.
Is Nature then a niggard os her bliss?
Repine we guiltless in a world like this?
H Bat