E P I S T L E.
of Belinda, as it is now manag’d, reſembles You in nothing but in Beauty.
If this Poem had as many Graces as there are in Your Perſon, or in Your Mind, yet I could never hope it ſhould paſs thro' the World half ſo Uncenſured as You have done. But let its Fortune be what it will, mine is happy enough, to have given me this Occaſion of aſſuring You that I am, with the trueſt Eſteem,
Your Moʃt Obedient