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SELINDA.
By the Same.
Selinda
sure's the brightest Thing,
That decks our Earth, or breaths our Air;
Mild are her Looks like op'ning Spring,
And like the blooming Summer fair.
That decks our Earth, or breaths our Air;
Mild are her Looks like op'ning Spring,
And like the blooming Summer fair.
But yet her Wit's so very small,
That all her Charms appear to lye
Like glaring Colours on a Wall,
And strike no further than the Eye.
That all her Charms appear to lye
Like glaring Colours on a Wall,
And strike no further than the Eye.
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Our Eyes luxuriously she treats,
Our Ears are absent from the Feast;
One Sense is surfeited with Sweets,
Starv'd or disgusted are the rest.
Our Ears are absent from the Feast;
One Sense is surfeited with Sweets,
Starv'd or disgusted are the rest.
Thus oft we see with Aspect bright,
And tawdry Pride, a Tulip swell,
Blooming and beauteous to the Sight,
Dull and insipid to the Smell.
And tawdry Pride, a Tulip swell,
Blooming and beauteous to the Sight,
Dull and insipid to the Smell.
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