To Amasia, with a Fan

THYRSIS, who ne'er had felt Love's Smart,
Or Cupid's Pow'r confest,
Once to Apollo made his Court,
And thus his Pray'r addrest.

Bright Pow'r, from thee, and only thee,
I'll deign to take my Doom;
Thy Wisdom must with Beauty join,
Ere I can be o'ercome.

Beauty alone is but a Glass,
Wherein an Image shines,
Which pleases only when we're near,
But when we're gone, declines.

Give me the Nymph, whose Mind is bright,
And perfect as her Face:
Where Sense improves what Beauty gave,
And heightens ev'ry Grace.

Such only merits my Regard,
And can my Passion move;
Shew me this Fair, with Joy I'll own,
I'll feel the Force of Love.

"Such Worth, (reply'd the God) alone
"Amasia can impart;
"See Venus reigning in her Eyes,
"Apollo in her Heart!"