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