In Answer to Consolatory Verses Wrote by a Friend

by Charlotte Lennox
With Ease Advice to virtuous Woe we give,
But ah! how few by Stoick Rules can live?
Virtue distrest in melting Verse appears;
Beauteous in Misery, and adorn'd in Tears.
But in the World 'tis view'd with other Eyes;
Virtue in Rags is Beauty in Disguise;
And can no more Contempt and Scorn disarm,
Then a fair Face behind a Masque can charm.
Whatever Gifts we may to Nature owe,
Success is all our Merit here below.
By Fortune favour'd Fools may rise to Fame;
Without it Virtue is an empty Name.
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