To Miranda.

TO MIRANDA.

LOVE's gay Queen, who reigns on earth, Smil'd, Miranda, at thy birth; Pleas'd, she bid thy angel face Beam with each bewitching grace; Round your waist her zone she threw, Charms divine thus giving you; Cupid knelt, and, lowting low, To your sway resign'd his bow; Jove, who saw the temple fair, Thron'd each human virtue there; Pallas then, the work to crown, Made her Aegis all your own.