Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/To a Lady of Thirty
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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.
Youth was her too inflaming Time;
This, her more habitable Clime;
How must she then each Heart engage,
Who blooms like Youth, is wife like Age?
Youth was her too inflaming Time;
This, her more habitable Clime;
How must she then each Heart engage,
Who blooms like Youth, is wife like Age?
IV.
Thus the rich Orange-trees produce
At once both Ornament, and Use:
Here op'ning Blossoms we behold,
There fragrant Orbs of ripen'd Gold.
Thus the rich Orange-trees produce
At once both Ornament, and Use:
Here op'ning Blossoms we behold,
There fragrant Orbs of ripen'd Gold.