TO Mrs. MARY FRIEND; Knowing her but by Report. 'T Were both unjust and stupid to refuse To so much Worth, the Tribute of my Muse; Tho Saints, as well, may those Bright Forms express, That in a Rapture they conceive of Bliss; As I can give such Wondrous Charms their due, Or, Dress in Words, my Brighter Thoughts of You: Charming, and Gay, your Fair Idea seems As Gay, as if compos'd of Love and Beams; Such Heavenly Rays adorn your Lovely Eyes, That, by Imagination, they surprize, And, at your Feet, a Female Victim lies: But how, Fair Nymph, will your Approaches Fire, If Distant Charms such gentle thoughts inspire.