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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Day, as at my Glass I stood,<br>To set my Head--cloaths, and my Hood;<br>I saw my grizzled Locks with Dread,<br>And call'd to mind the Gorgon's Head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thought I, whate'er the Poets say,<br>Medusa's Hair was only gray:<br>Tho' Ovid, who the Story told,<br>Was too well--bred to call her old;<br>But, what amounted to the same,<br>He made her an immortal Dame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now, whene'er a Matron sage<br>Hath felt the rugged Hand of Age,<br>You hear out witty Coxcombs cry,<br>Rot that old Witch--she'll never die.<br>Tho', had they but a little Reading,<br>Ovid would teach them better Breeding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fancy now, I hear you say,<br>Grant Heav'n, my Locks may ne'er be gray!<br>Why am I told this frightful Story?<br>To Beauty a Memento mori.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as along the Room you pass,<br>Casting your Eye upon the Glass,<br>Surely, say you, this lovely Face<br>Will never suffer such Disgrace:<br>The Bloom, that on my Cheek appears,<br>Will never be impair'd by Years.<br>Her Envy, now, I plainly see,<br>Makes her inscribe those Lines to me.<br>These Beldams, who were born before me,<br>Are griev'd to see the Men adore me:<br>Their snaky Locks freeze up the Blood;<br>My Tresses fire the purple Flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unnumber'd Slaves around me wait,<br>And from my Eyes expect their Fate:<br>I own, of Conquest I am vain,<br>Tho' I despise the Slaves I gain.<br>Heav'n gave me Charms, and destin'd me<br>For universal Tyranny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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To set my Head--cloaths, and my Hood;
I saw my grizzled Locks with Dread,
And call'd to mind the Gorgon's Head.

Thought I, whate'er the Poets say,
Medusa's Hair was only gray:
Tho' Ovid, who the Story told,
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