---

Anne Kingsmill Finch - Glass
Work rating: Low

O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, 
Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; 
To let in all the useful Beams of Day, 
Yet force, as subtil Winds, without thy Shash to stay; 
T`extract from Embers by a strange Device, 
Then polish fair these Flakes of solid Ice; 
Which, silver`d o`er, redouble all in place, 
And give thee back thy well or ill-complexion`d Face. 
To Vessels blown exceed the gloomy Bowl, 
Which did the Wine`s full excellence controul, 
These shew the Body, whilst you taste the Soul. 
Its colour sparkles Motion, lets thee see, 
Tho` yet th` Excess the Preacher warns to flee, 
Lest Men at length as clearly spy through Thee.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.