Song LXV., p.317.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

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. 

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