Wrote as if repeated extempore by a Gentleman, occasioned by a Miniature Picture of a Lady being put up as a But to shoot at in Germany the time of the last war.

O Wing my shafts to reach that fair one's heart,
 My fondest wishes to her soul impart. 
Where thousands miss, successful let me be,
 And learn each virtue thus in loving thee. 
In thee alone, that elegance and ease,
 With native sweetness join'd with life to please. 
Propitious! — The gods have heard my prayer,
 And eager fly to catch my wounded fair.