On the Dutchess of Newcastle's Picture.

On the Dutchess of Newcastle's Picture.

Say, Worsdeal, where you learn'd the Art To paint the Goodness of the Heart The flatt'ring Teint let others prize; You call the Soul into the Eyes: There we the various Virtues trace Of Churchil's, and Godolphin's Race. Thrice happy Pelham, to whose Arms Were destin'd never-fading Charms!