To Sir George Etheridge, on His Shewing his Verses Imperfect

Be wise, and ne'er to publick View produce
Thy undrest Mistress, or unfinisht Muse;
Since either, by that Dishabile , seem
To hurt their Beauties in our good Esteem:
And easier far we kind Impressions make,
Than we can rooted Prejudices shake.
From Nature learn, which Embrio 's does conceal,
Thine, till they're perfect, never to reveal.
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