Cherub with Winged Turtle

Love, who the dullest brings

Fire and gives the slowest Wings,

Smiles to think upon the Flight

He has doom’d for you to-night:

For if Beauty, Grace, and Youth,

Join’d with Virtue, Sense, and Truth,

Can pre-eminence impart

And exalt the female Heart,

Hers you seek is shrin’d above

Common Heights, or vulgar Love:

But, though you must soar to gain it,

Fear not, Sir, you shall attain it.