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Praise.
LEt her each step your Admiration move,
And as She Dances, in your Eyes dance Love.
Let her each Motion ravish'd wonder raise,
And Praise her now, for now She Courts your Praise.
The stronger Gale of Praises you bestow,
More beauteous Charms shall her each Movement show.
Thus flies the Vessel with auspicious Gales,
And as the Winds encrease, more swift She Sails.
Thus Iuno's Bird spreads wide his starry Train,
But hides, unprais'd, his gawdy Wealth again.
The Poet thus in Praises feels delight,
And, paid with Fame alone, grows fond to Write,
Fear not to Praise, whatever Form they bear,
There lives not one but fancies that She's Fair.