Female Beauty - Poem by Mark Akenside
Felices ter et amplius
Quos irrupta tenet Copula, nec malis
Suprema citius solvet amor die.
What's Female Beauty, but an Art divine,
Through which the Mind's all gentle Graces shine?
They like the Sun irradiate all between;
The Body charms, because the Mind is seen.
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