Lord
Boyle's
Answer
to
the
foregoing
Verses
.
No
Air
of
Wit
,
no
beauteous
Grace
I
boast
;
My
Charms
are
native
Innocence
at
most
.
Alike
thy
Pencil
,
and
thy
Numbers
charm
,
Glad
ev'ry
Eye
,
and
ev'ry
Bosom
warm
.
Mature
in
Years
,
if
e'er
I
chance
to
tread
,
Where
Vice
,
triumphant
,
rears
aloft
her
Head
,
Ev'n
there
the
Paths
of
Virtue
I'll
pursue
,
And
own
my
fair
and
kind
Director
You
.