A Sonnet! pray repeat it.

1.

While Gentle Parthenissa walks,
And sweetly smiles, and gayly talks,
A thousand Shafts around her fly,
A thousand Swains unheeded die.

2.

If then she labours to be seen,
With all her killing Air and Mien;
From so much Beauty, so much Art,
What Mortal can secure his Heart?