This Photo, in its setting trapp'd,
   It was of Brian duly snapp'd:
Sore preft its Taker was to ply
   Her Thumb, before the grin could fly:
O,could she but haue caught his mood
   As well on film, as she imbued
His face ; the Print might then haue soul,
   And not looke quite so flat and dull.
But, fince such grace it can not learn
   Read on, and Grant the Text a turn.

B. K.