FAir Amoret is gone astray,
Pursue, and seek her, ev’ry lover;
I’ll tell the signs by which you may
The wandring shepherdess discover.
Coquet and coy at once her air,
Both study’d, tho’ both seem neglected;
Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.
With skill her eyes dart ev’ry glance,
Yet change so soon you’d ne’er suspect ‘em;
For she’d persuade they wound by chance,
Tho’ certain aim and art direct them.
She likes her self, yet others hates,
For that which in herself the prizes;
And while she laughs at them, forgets
She is the thing that she despises.