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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T63103 Chandler, Mary, 1687-1745. The Description Of Bath. A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author [poems only]. London Printed for James Leake, Bookseller in Bath 1736 pp. 48-50. 77p.

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To Mrs. Shales . I'll not fatigue Belinda's Ear With telling her , " She's fair ; " Those Sounds so often she must hear Of Shape , and Face , and Air . Of Neck as white as falling Snow , And Eyes that Love inspire ; What her Glass tells her , she must know , And Repetitions tire . Besides , the Nymph has too much Sense , To pride in Good so frail ; Sees Beauty round beset with Harms , And fears lest some prevail . Lest flatt'ring Tongues in fair Disguise Should Vanity instil ; Observes herself with watchful Eyes , And shuns the baleful Ill : Bids Caution wait on Innocence , Lest Malice dare to blame ; Or Envy , with envenom'd Breath , Should taint her lovely Name . She knows , that ev'ry Hour that flies , Brings Age upon its Wing : And that ungrateful Word , She was ! Has Venom in its Sting . She thanks kind Heav'n , that made her fair ; And knows that Heav'n design'd , That lovely Form she wears , to grace The Beauties of her Mind . So when the sparkling Brilliant's set In Silver , shining Oar ; It adds small Value to the Stone , But makes it please the more .