Florinda and Amelia

Florinda, fond our Hearts to move,
Forth all at once her Art will call:
'Tis at first Sight she gains your Love,
Or she can ne'er disturb at all.

Not so divine Amelia tries,
Nor of such Conquests would she boast;
She knows what's taken by Surprize,
May by the next Surprize be lost.

She, with a softer, easier Grace,
Kindles at first a gentle Fire;
But whensoe'er you see her Face,
You may perceive it blazing higher.

What makes me love the last of these,
Would do the same were both possest;
Amelia 's Charms would always please,
Florinda 's Art at first be best.
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