In vain, poor Nymph, to win our youthful Hearts,
You purchase Charms, and practise all your Arts.
In former Times we heard our Fathers say,
Flavia was tender, easy, fair, and gay.
Thus may we love each Picture that we view,
For that contains as many Charms as you.

 O NCE more employ this strange creating Art,
And nicely animate each fading Part:
Then keep a constant Eye upon your Glass,
And be the Picture of what once you was:
So shall you gain one half of your Desire,
For then, but not till then, we can admire.