Here you will find thePoemOn The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture.of poet Mary Barber
Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art To paint the Goodness of the Heart The flatt'ring Teint let others prize; You call the Soul into the Eyes: There we the various Virtues trace Of Churchil's, and Godolphin's Race. Thrice happy Pelham, to whose Arms Were destin'd never--fading Charms!
