The Fatal Curiosity

Much had I heard of fair Francelia's name, The lavish praises of the babbler Fame; I thought them such, and went prepar'd to pry And trace the charmer with a critick's eye, Resolv'd to find some fault before unspy'd; And disappointed if but satisfy'd. Love pierc'd the vassal heart that durst rebel, And where a judge was meant a victim fell. On those dear eyes, with sweet perdition gay, I gaz'd at once my pride and soul away; All o'er I felt the luscious poison run, And in a look the hasty conquest won. Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, And sports and flutters near the treach'rous blaze; Ravish'd with joy he wings his eager flight, Nor dreams of ruin in so clear a light; He tempts his fate and courts a glorious doom, A bright destruction and a shining tomb.