To Amasia putting a Paper of my Verses in her Bosom

Whilst on this Subject you afford, I write,
Concealing some, you bring more Works to Light.
Whilst from your Breast my inspiration flows,
Your Charming Breast a new Parnassus grows.
Two Spiring mounts give the fam'd Hill ronown.
Two Spiring mounts Amasia's Bosom Crown.
Take care, soft Charmer, of thy Breast take care,
For thro' my Verse, my Soul will enter there.
Whilst thus my lines are in thy Bosom lay'd,
The Poem's happier than the Poet made.