Acrostic. (Number 1) - Poem by Ephelia
All sev'ral Beauties, Colors, Airs, and Grace,
None ever saw together in one Face:
No? hold a while; I do a Lady know,
Each several Beauty splendidly can show.
But alas! Beauty's but the smallest Grace,
Unless it be i'th' Mind as well as Face:
Rare she is too i'th' Beauties of the Mind;
Young, and yet wise, the wonder of her Kind.
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