Poems, chiefly pastoral By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces |
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To Mr ---.
I.
Yes, Colin, 'tis granted, you flutter in lace,
You whisper and dance with the fair;
But Merit advances, 'tis yours to give place;
Stand off, and at distance revere:
You whisper and dance with the fair;
But Merit advances, 'tis yours to give place;
Stand off, and at distance revere:
Nor teize the sweet maid with your jargon of chat,
By her side as you saunter along;
Your taste—your complexion—your this—and your that,
Nor lisp out the end of your song.
By her side as you saunter along;
Your taste—your complexion—your this—and your that,
Nor lisp out the end of your song.
II.
For folly and fashion you barter good sense,
(If sense ever fell to your share)
'Tis enough you could pert petit maitre commence,
Laugh—loiter—and lie with an air.
(If sense ever fell to your share)
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Laugh—loiter—and lie with an air.
No end you can answer, affections you've none,
Made only for prattle and play;
Like a butterfly, bask'd for a while in the sun,
You'll die undistinguish'd away.
Made only for prattle and play;
Like a butterfly, bask'd for a while in the sun,
You'll die undistinguish'd away.
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