Song, 1742

When bright Roxana treads the green In all the pride of dress and mien, Averse to freedom, love, and play, The dazzling rival of the day, None other beauty strikes mine eye, The lilies droop, the roses die.

But when, disclaiming art, the fair Assumes a soft engaging air, Mild as the op'ning morn of May, Familiar, friendly, free, and gay, The scene improves where'er she goes, More sweetly smile the pink and rose.

O lovely Maid! propitious hear, Nor deem thy shepherd insincere; Pity a wild illusive flame, That varies objects still the same, And let their very changes prove The never-vary'd force of love.