FROM A CHILD. MADAM, as in some climes the warmer sun So measure not by any common use ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined, It was my heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair: Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round, THE FALL. SEE! how the willing earth gave way, Here Venus smiled to see blind Chance And a fair image to present, Of what the boy so long had meant. Then blush not, Fair! or on him frown, |