Poems on Several Occasions (Broome)/To a Lady of Thirty
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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.
II.The Hand of Time alone disarmsHer 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?
IV.Thus the rich Orange-trees produceAt once both Ornament, and Use:Here op'ning Blossoms we behold,There fragrant Orbs of ripen'd Gold.