Nature that had been long by Art outdone,
Resolved a Piece to frame;
So Beauteous, that saucy Art should own,
She was quite vanquishèd, and o'erthrown:
And all her mended Faces, after came.
In this Resolve, your lovely Self she made,
And lavish of her Graces,
Outdid her self, exhausted all her Store
Of ev'ry Sweet, till she could give no more;
Bankrupt forever, to all other Faces.
In Infancy all did the Bud admire,
But when full Blown, it raised our Wonder higher,
And Admiration grew into Desire.
When with your Sight the Change you bless,
Or walk the open Street,
A thousand Tongues your Praise express,
While dying Eyes aloud confess,
You have a Captive in each Man you meet.
chanced to spy
Your killing Face, with mine,
So much you charmed that Shepherd's Eye,
That my faint Lights he did despise;
And looked as I my Empire must resign:
Though his each Look, I challenge as my Due,
He scarce gave one; his Eyes no motion knew;
But fixed as the dull Earth, with Wonder gazed on you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem