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This Phœbus promis'd, I forget the Year,
When those blue eyes first open'd on the Sphere;
Ascendant Phœbus watch'd that hour with care,
Averted half your Parents simple Pray'r,
And gave you Beauty, but deny'd the Pelf
That buys your Sex a Tyrant o'er itself:
That gen'rous God, who Wit and Gold refines,
And ripens Spirits as he ripens Mines,
Kept Dross for Duchesses, the world shall know it,
To you gave Sense, Good-humour, and a Poet.
When those blue eyes first open'd on the Sphere;
Ascendant Phœbus watch'd that hour with care,
Averted half your Parents simple Pray'r,
And gave you Beauty, but deny'd the Pelf
That buys your Sex a Tyrant o'er itself:
That gen'rous God, who Wit and Gold refines,
And ripens Spirits as he ripens Mines,
Kept Dross for Duchesses, the world shall know it,
To you gave Sense, Good-humour, and a Poet.