Dear faithful object of my tender care, br Whom but my partial eyes none fancy fair; br May I unblamed display thy social mirth, br Thy modest virtues, and domestic worth: br Thou silent, humble flatterer, yet sincere, br More swayed by love than interest or fear; br Solely to please thy most ambitious view, br As lovers fond, and more than lovers true. br Who can resist those dumb beseeching eyes, br Where genuine eloquence persuasive lies? br Those eyes, where language fails, display thy heart br Beyond the pomp of phrase and pride of art.