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SElinda sure’s the brightest thing,
That decks the earth, or breaths our air;
Mild are her looks like opening spring,
And like the blooming summer fair.
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But then her wit’s so very small,
That all her charms appear to ly,
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.
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So have I seen with aspect bright,
And taudry pride, a tulip swell,
Blooming and beauteous to the sight,
Dull and insipid to the smell.
