To the Right Honourable Lady Hervey

LATE in the Graces' annals have I read
The myrtle wreath adorn'd your youthful head;
That you unrival'd trod th' Idalian green,
And that the Loves elected you their Queen:
Of jealous time despise the trivial harm,
Still by your wit you conquer, reign, and charm;
The learn'd throughout the realm your genius own
And HERVEY only has exchang'd her throne!