Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Those arts which common Beauty's move,
Corinna, you despise;
You think there's nothing wise in Love,
Or Eloquent in Sighs.
You laugh at Ogle, Cant, and Song,
And promises abuse,
But say—for I have courted long,
What methods shall I use

II

We must not praise your Charms and Wit,
Nor talk of Dart and Flame;
But sometimes you can think it fit
To smile at what you blame.
Your Sex's forms, which you disown,
Alas! You can't forbear,
But in a minute smile and frown,
Are tender and severe.

III

Corinna, let us now be free,
No more your Arts persue,
Unless you suffer me to be
As whimsical as you.

At last the vain dispute desist,
To Love resign the Field;
'Twas custom forc'd you to resist,
And custom bids you yield.