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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To Day, as at my Glass I stood,<br>To set my Head--cloaths, and my Hood;<br>I saw my grizzled Locks with Dread,<br>And call'd to mind the Gorgon's Head.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thought I, whate'er the Poets say,<br>Medusa's Hair was only gray:<br>Tho' Ovid, who the Story told,<br>Was too well--bred to call her old;<br>But, what amounted to the same,<br>He made her an immortal Dame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet now, whene'er a Matron sage<br>Hath felt the rugged Hand of Age,<br>You hear out witty Coxcombs cry,<br>Rot that old Witch--she'll never die.<br>Tho', had they but a little Reading,<br>Ovid would teach them better Breeding.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I fancy now, I hear you say,<br>Grant Heav'n, my Locks may ne'er be gray!<br>Why am I told this frightful Story?<br>To Beauty a Memento mori.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And, as along the Room you pass,<br>Casting your Eye upon the Glass,<br>Surely, say you, this lovely Face<br>Will never suffer such Disgrace:<br>The Bloom, that on my Cheek appears,<br>Will never be impair'd by Years.<br>Her Envy, now, I plainly see,<br>Makes her inscribe those Lines to me.<br>These Beldams, who were born before me,<br>Are griev'd to see the Men adore me:<br>Their snaky Locks freeze up the Blood;<br>My Tresses fire the purple Flood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Unnumber'd Slaves around me wait,<br>And from my Eyes expect their Fate:<br>I own, of Conquest I am vain,<br>Tho' I despise the Slaves I gain.<br>Heav'n gave me Charms, and destin'd me<br>For universal Tyranny.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a></strong></div>

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