TO
MIRANDA
This
excellent
Lady
is
lately
become
a
widow
,
in
the
East
Indies
,
by
the
death
of
Colonel
—
.
.
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
.