Whoe'er on this reflects, and then beholds
With strict attention what this book unfolds,
With admiration struck, shall question, who
So very long could live so much to know?
For so complete the finish'd piece appears,
That learning seems combin'd with length of years,
And both improv'd by purest wit to reach
At all that study, or that time can teach.
But to what height must his amazement rise,
When having read the work, he turns his eyes
Again to view the foremost opening page,
And there the beauty, sex, and tender age
Of her beholds, in whose pure mind arose
Th' ethereal source from whence this current flows?