TO DELIA.[_]
To show that I can be candid, even to people of no
candour, I shall conclude this first part with a
few Songs that are not totally destitute of merit.
Whilst poets pour their happiest lays,
And call thee ev'ry thing divine;
Not quite so lavish in thy praise,
To censure be the province mine.
Though born with talents to surprise,
Thou seldom dost those pow'rs display:
Thus seem they trifling in thy eyes;
Thus Heav'n's best gifts are thrown away.
Though rich in charms, thou know'st it not;
Such is thine ignorance profound:
And then such cruelty thy lot,
Thy sweetest smile inflicts a wound.
