To his Excellency the Lord Carteret. Occasion'd by seeing a Poem, intitled, The Birth of Manly Virtue. Mary Barber Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 136-137. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To his Excellency the Lord Carteret . Occasion'd by seeing a Poem , intitled , The Birth of Manly Virtue . The Picture strikes — 'tis drawn with wond'rous Art ; Well has the Poet play'd the Painter's Part . Tho' 'tis your Glory , yet , my Lord , I own , I grieve the Features fit yourself alone . But know , tho' All agree the Picture's yours , 'Tis Steadiness alone your Claim secures . With Pleasure now your Image you furvey ; But should you from the Rules of Virtue stray , Should e'er degrading Vice deform your Frame , You'd start , like Io from the crystal Stream . When Kneller has display'd , with matchless Grace , The fleeting Glories of Clarinda's Face ; She sighs , to think how Time will soon devour The lovely Bloom , which gives her now such Pow'r : But yours , a Likeness of a nobler Kind , Displays the deathless Beauties of the Mind : Be it your Glory to surpass the Paint , And make the finish'd Picture look too faint . Why is he hid , who , with such matchloss Art , Calls forth the Graces that adorn your Heart ? True Poets in their deathless Lays should live , And share that Immortality they give .