To a Lady, Singing frequently these Words, — Youth and Beauty

From your Sweet Tongue, in vain those Accents Spring,
For, all your Features Youth and Beauty Sing.
Your Eyes, your Smiles, and your expressive Mien,
All Sing those Words, and you are Musick, seen.
Enough you charm'd us, thro' our Eyes before,
You need not pierce our Ears, to Wound us more.
Struck thro' one Sense, more fast your Lovers fall,
Than others Captives, when Attacqu'd thro' all.
'Tis not enough you can soft Passion move;
We must grow ravish'd, and in transport Love.
Were Passion free, thou wouldst fix every choice,
At once Seraphick, in thy Face and Voice.
Hold, Tyr'nous Charmer! tho' no Beam declines,
Yet, the Sun need not burn, to prove it shines,
Hark my Heart beats, and Dances to thy Ayres,
Thy Breath is tuneful, as the tuneful Spheres.
Sing then, the Charms of Beauty and of Youth,
But add these three, Love, Constancy, and Truth.