To Miss M.D.

Miss Porden

I know that sages gravely say
 Love quenches reason’s fire
That he is blind, and ill-matched hearts
 At random does inspire.

Then is it blind what’s excellent
 With fervour to admire
When kindled by a maid like thee
 Love is a noble fire

Who could resist the dart of love
 From eyes so bright as thine
Who is there, would not wish to prove
 Thy favoured Valentine