On the Dutchess of Newcastle's Picture. Say, Worsdeal, where you learn'd the Art To paint the Goodness of the Heart The flatt'ring Teint let others prize; You call the Soul into the Eyes: There we the various Virtues trace Of Churchil's, and Godolphin's Race. Thrice happy Pelham, to whose Arms Were destin'd never-fading Charms!