On seeing Mrs Eliz. Owen, now Lady Longueville,
in an embroider’d Suit, all her own Work
Jane Brereton

Sure, this glorious Lady’s the fair Queen of May!
Tho’ a Goddess, e’en Flora was never so gay,
With her Robe adorn’d, with the brightest of Flow’rs,
Which enamel the Meads, or encircle the Bow’rs.
Had Eliza been seen by the Folks of old Rome,
They had sworn ‘twas the Goddess appear’d in her Bloom;
At the Sight of her Garments with Flow’rets strew’d o’er,
From gazing, and wond’ring—they’d bow and adore.

     Behold, with what Skill she has damask’d the Rose!
The charming Carnation how crimson’d it glows!
There, the Lilly discloses its snowy white Head,
And here, their rich Purple the Violets spread;
In fine Party-colours the Tulip is shown,
The Jonquills, the Jess’mines appear newly blown.
Th’ Auricula, there, its Perfection displays;
And here, bright Anemonies gloriously blaze.

     So fair a Creation, the Work of her Hands,
First attracts my Regard, then my Wonder commands:
So verdant the Ground is, the Flow’rs are so gay,
In the Midst of December, you’d swear it was May!
When thus we behold her, we needs must confess,
Her Fancy and Judgment are seen in her Dress;
In her Converse, good Sense, and good Humour we find,
And own her fine Outside excell’d by her Mind.

From Jane Brereton, Poems on Several Occasions (London, 1744), 37-38.

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