MIGHT Figure give a title unto Fame,
WHAT rival should with Y—T—S dispute her claim?
But Justice may not partial trophies raise,
Nor sink the Actress in the Woman's praise.
Still, hand in hand, her words and actions go,
And the heart feels more than the features shew;
For through the regions of that beauteous face,
We no variety of passions trace;
Dead to the soft emotions of the heart,
No kindred softness can those eyes impart;
The brow, still fix'd in Sorrow's gloomy frame,
Void of distinction, marks all parts the same.