Classic Poem

All like your self, you still appear, I see,
Not tainted alamode with Coquettry:
No! you have kept unsullied, tho' the Times
Even make our Innocence, and Virtue Crimes.

Our barren Age does now produce but few
So nicely delicate in Style as you:
Blest with a pure and unaffected Strain,
So deep the Sense, and ye so clear a Vein:
New Charms in all your Actions you display,
And Sterling Wit in ev'ry Word you say.