English poem
SONG XXX. On a sensible, but ordinary Lady
by Anonymous
Say, why must the Poet's soft Lays To Beauty be always confin'd? Or why not the Tribute of Praise Be paid to the Charms of the Mind?
Why need we observe (what all know) That Beauty will quickly decay; Like Flow'rs, which as soon as they blow, Droop, wither, and then fade away? Tho' not blest with that ravishing Form Which blooming Lucinda can boast, Shall we treat Celia's Friendship with Scorn? Shall we hate her because she's no Toast?
No, surely, for all must revere The Charms of her Temper and Mind; Her Judgment so solid, yet clear, Her Tast so correct and refin'd.
Ye Swains then be prudent and wise, Nor listen to Beauty's false Voice; A Happiness pure if ye prize, Let Merit alone claim your Choice.
More by Anonymous
- Song XXVII. Reflections at Day Break
- SONG XXVII. The PHOENIX. A new Song
- SONG XXVIII. A MOTHER's SOLILOQUY OVER HER DYING INFANT
- SONG XXX. (When whistling winds are heard to blow)
- Song XXXI. Woman
- SONG XXXIV. Row Dow
- SONG XXXVIII. To the HEROES of the BRITISH NATION
- SONG, (Cease, anxious world, your fruitless pain)