To The Ladies. Poem by Henry Baker

To The Ladies.



Fair! Wise! and Good! on You these Numbers wait:
They hope: they fear:--for You to them are Fate.
While You approve, let snarling Critics blame;
In vain their Spleen:--Your Smiles are more than Fame:
But should You frown, no Joy their Praise can give:
Unblest by You, 'tis Punishment to live.

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