SONG CXV. LOVE's true OBJECT

While Youthfull Bards in Lyrick Lays, A Brilliant Train of Beauties praise, And each, and each prefers his own; Be mine the Task to sing the Fair, Whose Charms engage bevond compare, The lovely, lovely BETSY STONE.

For Beauty Venus was Renown'd, And dignity Saturnia Crown'd, In sense Minerva shone; But would you in one Object find, Those great perfections all combind, Observe my BETSY STONE.

Not rich Arabias fragrant Dews, Nor sweets that Primroses Beds diffuse, By vernal Zephirs blown; Not all the Flowrets of the Field, Can such reviving Odours yield, As charming BETSY STONE,

While some in Quest of sordid Gain, In Vessels cross the Brainy Main, To distant Climes unknown; I'd give up India's precious Store, With fertile Peru's Golden Ore, To purchase BETSY STONE.

Though other Charmers may Impart, True bliss to Man, my constant Heart, Is fix'd on her alone; To her I'll ev'ry thought apply, Oh! many I live, ye Gods! and die, With lovely BETSY STONE