Addressed to a Married Lady.

Mrs.
Paphian Queen of dimpl'd Grace,
Rosy Health adorns thy Face,
Ever sweet, such Heav'nly Charm
Sure a Hermit might disarm;
Can we behold and not admire?
O'er all thy Form caelestial Fire:
To add a further, lasting Fame,
To mental Pow'rs how great thy Claim!