English poem
In the smiles of the fair
by Anonymous
In the smiles of the fair, Is the best cure for care, If ruffled our bosom, they charm it to ease; Or with eyes sweetly glancing, Our hearts they set dancing, They calm us and rouse us e'en just as they please.
The wise prop of a state, Or the warrior so great, Oft bows down to kiss Beauty's rod on his knees; 'Tis the province of Beauty, To teach men their duty, For women can do with us just what they please.
E'en the miser quits gold, Their bright charms to behold, And gives them his soul, for he yields them his keys; The dear rogues are so clever, Oh! bless 'em for ever, And may they rule over us just as they please.