Several Occasions.
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TO
A Lady of Thirty.
I.
No more let Youth its Beauty boast,
S———n at Thirty reigns a Toast:
And like the Sun as he declines,
More mildly, but more sweetly shines.
No more let Youth its Beauty boast,
S———n at Thirty reigns a Toast:
And like the Sun as he declines,
More mildly, but more sweetly shines.
II.
The Hand of Time alone disarms
Her Face, of its superfluous Charms:
But adds, for every Grace resign'd;
A thousand to adorn her Mind.
The Hand of Time alone disarms
Her Face, of its superfluous Charms:
But adds, for every Grace resign'd;
A thousand to adorn her Mind.
III.
