Lesbia

When Lesbia first I saw so heavn'ly Fair,
With Eyes so bright, and with that awful Air,
I thought my Heart, which durst so high aspire,
As bold as his, who snatch'd Celestial Fire.
But soon as e'er the beauteous Idiot spoke,
Forth from her Coral Lips such Folly broke,
Like Balm the trickling Nonsense heal'd my Wound,
And what her Eyes enthral'd, her Tongue unbound.
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