To a very Charming Lady, with an unpleasing Name

Sure, you have more than Female force to Charm,
Who, at first sight, can prejudice disarm.
By different Passions sway'd, my senses move,
My Ears detest you, but my Eyes must Love.
Deaf be those Ears, which dare such Rebels grow,
Deaf, to the Sounds of Love, and Musick too.
How can thy name raise an ungrateful Sound!
Can melting Harmony, like discord, Wound!
Thy Name is tuneful, as thy self is fair;
My Sense is faulty, yes, the Crime lies there.
Unseen, thy Name displeas'd, but now, 'tis fear'd,
Twas not unseen alone, but 'twas unheard.
While from your Charming Lips the Accents break,
The Name delights, 'tis Musick, when you speak.
While you repeat the Lovely Letters o'er,
I Swear I never heard the Name before.
Each melting Breath runs Thrilling thro' my Heart,
You make each pointed Syllable a Dart.
With Charms profuse, how are your Beauties Crown'd!
When, by your Pow'r, deformity can Wound!
Forgive me, fair, I have Love's Rebel been,
But now […] yield; you vanquish all, when seen.
I own, I own since I beheld thy Frame,
At most, Deformity is but a Name.