Beauties Undeceived
Thou the world is covered with chaste and toil; Rustles whithered and spoil; Simplest unknown beauties undeceived; Innocence to oppulence is perceived. Autum frolicked glow of the sunset; As beneath the whispering sound of heath; The sweet sound of the evening come close; The latter beauty becomes of a decayed rose. Yet is simplicity is undecieved; For the fair reflection heed not perceived; Yet thou you to judge thy beauty; In liue to life heed more than looks for you to be worthy
