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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poem For The Birth-Day Of The Right Honble The Lady Catharine Tufton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis fit SERENA shou'd be sung.<br>High-born SERENA, Fair and Young, <br>Shou'd be of ev'ry Muse and Voice <br>The pleasing, and applauded Choice. <br>But as the Meanest of the Show <br>Do First in all Processions go: <br>So, let my Steps pursue that Swain <br>The humblest of th' inspired Train; <br>Whose well-meant Verse did just appear, <br>To lead on the preceding Year: <br>So let my Pen, the next in Fame, <br>Now wait on fair SERENA's Name; <br>The second Tribute gladly pay, <br>And hail this blest returning Day. <br>But let it not attempt to raise <br>Or rightly speak SERENA's Praise: <br>Since with more ease we might declare <br>How Great her Predecessors were; <br>How Great that more distinguish'd Peer, <br>To whom she owes her Being here; <br>In whom our Britain lets us see <br>What once they were, and still shou'd be; <br>As, when the earliest Race was drown'd, <br>Some Patterns, from amongst them found, <br>Were kept to shew succeeding Times <br>Their Excellence without their Crimes: <br>More easily we might express <br>What Vertues do her Mother dress; <br>What does her Form and Mind adorn, <br>Of whom th' engaging Nymph was born; <br>What Piety, what generous Love, <br>Does the enlarged Bosom move <br>Of Her, whose Fav'rite she appears, <br>Who more than as a Niece endears. <br>Such full Perfections obvious lie, <br>And strike, at first, a Poet's Eye. <br>Deep Lines of Honour all can hit, <br>Or mark out a superior Wit; <br>Consummate Goodness all can show, <br>And where such Graces shine below: <br>But the more tender Strokes to trace, <br>T' express the Promise of a Face, <br>When but the Dawnings of the Mind <br>We from the Air unripen'd find; <br>Which alt'ring, as new Moments rise, <br>The Pen or Pencil's Art defies; <br>When Flesh and Blood in Youth appears, <br>Polish'd like what our Marble wears; <br>Fresh as that Shade of op'ning Green, <br>Which first upon our Groves is seen; <br>Enliven'd by a harmless Fire, <br>And brighten'd by each gay Desire; <br>These nicer Touches wou'd demand <br>A Cowley's or a Waller's Hand, <br>T'explain, with undisputed Art, <br>What 'tis affects th'enlighten'd Heart, <br>When ev'ry darker Thought gives way, <br>Whilst blooming Beauty we survey; <br>To shew how All, that's soft and sweet, <br>Does in the fair SERENA meet; <br>To tell us, with a sure Presage, <br>The Charms of her maturer Age. <br>When Hothfeild shall (as heretofore {4}<br>From its far-sought and virtuous Store <br>It Families of great Renown <br>Did with illustrious Hymens crown) <br>When Hothfeild shall such Treasure know, <br>As fair SERENA to bestow: <br>Then shou'd some Muse of loftier Wing <br>The Triumphs of that Season sing; <br>Describe the Pains, the Hopes, the Fears <br>Of noble Youths, th'ambitious Cares <br>Of Fathers, the long-fram'd Design, <br>To add such Splendour to their Line, <br>Whilst all shall strive for such a Bride <br>So Educated, and Ally'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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High-born SERENA, Fair and Young, 
Shou'd be of ev'ry Muse and Voice 
The pleasing, and applauded Choice. 
But as the Meanest of the Show 
Do First in all Processions go: 
So, let my Steps pursue that Swain 
The hum..."></div>
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