CELIAANDHER LOOKING GLASS.

CELIAANDHER LOOKING GLASS.

ASCelia, who a coquette was,O’er fading charms lamented,She frown’d upon her looking-glass,And thus her spleen she vented.“Thou silly, stupid, worthless thing,Of all discretion empty,I o’er the window will thee fling,If any more you tempt me.Thou’rt incorrigible and bold,Unworthy my attention:What! must I ever more be told,The thing I dread to mention?A maiden old, kind heaven avert;I hate the appellation.The blood runs chill about my heart,I’m choak’d with sore vexation.Last night when at the ball I danc’d,My air was counted charming;My eyes gave pain where’er they glanc’d,Each gesture prov’d alarming.Philander saw, their pow’r confest,And with love tales did tease me!I sigh’d, I frown’d, he was distress’d,But with my smiles seem’d easy.But Chloe mark’d, that new made toast,By other flirts surrounded,Poor Celia now her charms had lost,Which in last cent’ry wounded.A whisper then and laugh went round,Such scoffing I endured,Nor did Philander heed my frown,But by the jest was cured.An easy passage through the crowdI found, none did escort me;No gallant youth my presence su’d,Nor flatter’d to support me.Now Morpheus next I did address,For slumbers more delightful;But in my dreams I found distress,With apes and spectres frightful.Then unto thee, thou base ingrate,I su’d for consolation,Who rudely now foretels my fateWithout alleviation.Though I’m abandon’d on that score,Though fools and fops are changed,Of thy impertinence no more,Else sure I’ll be revenged.”Its head the looking-glass did bow,With reverent low submission,And to its angry mistress now,Did utter this petition.“O madam, deign to hear my tale,And let my sorrows move ye;My plain sincerity can’t failTo shew how much I love you.Nor lap-dog, bird, or powder’d beauWas more by you regarded,Than I full fifteen years ago,Though basely now discarded.Each hour you paid me visits ten,My counsel well you trusted;Without my approbation thenNo curls you e’er adjusted.An artless smile adorn’d your cheek,And grac’d each lovely feature,Which I observe now, once a-week,Distorted by ill nature.The pallid cheek and wrinkl’d browAnnounce your charms declining;And wont you take the vestal vowWithout so much repining?The truth, though in unwelcome strain,To you I must discover;While youth or beauty sways the swain,You’ll never find a lover.”Poor Celia now could bear no more,Her stars malignant cursed;Her looking-glass cast on the floor,And into tears she bursted.She would have died, butClaudiuscame,Preventing all her fears;He wed the pensive, weeping dame,And wip’d away her tears.

ASCelia, who a coquette was,O’er fading charms lamented,She frown’d upon her looking-glass,And thus her spleen she vented.“Thou silly, stupid, worthless thing,Of all discretion empty,I o’er the window will thee fling,If any more you tempt me.Thou’rt incorrigible and bold,Unworthy my attention:What! must I ever more be told,The thing I dread to mention?A maiden old, kind heaven avert;I hate the appellation.The blood runs chill about my heart,I’m choak’d with sore vexation.Last night when at the ball I danc’d,My air was counted charming;My eyes gave pain where’er they glanc’d,Each gesture prov’d alarming.Philander saw, their pow’r confest,And with love tales did tease me!I sigh’d, I frown’d, he was distress’d,But with my smiles seem’d easy.But Chloe mark’d, that new made toast,By other flirts surrounded,Poor Celia now her charms had lost,Which in last cent’ry wounded.A whisper then and laugh went round,Such scoffing I endured,Nor did Philander heed my frown,But by the jest was cured.An easy passage through the crowdI found, none did escort me;No gallant youth my presence su’d,Nor flatter’d to support me.Now Morpheus next I did address,For slumbers more delightful;But in my dreams I found distress,With apes and spectres frightful.Then unto thee, thou base ingrate,I su’d for consolation,Who rudely now foretels my fateWithout alleviation.Though I’m abandon’d on that score,Though fools and fops are changed,Of thy impertinence no more,Else sure I’ll be revenged.”Its head the looking-glass did bow,With reverent low submission,And to its angry mistress now,Did utter this petition.“O madam, deign to hear my tale,And let my sorrows move ye;My plain sincerity can’t failTo shew how much I love you.Nor lap-dog, bird, or powder’d beauWas more by you regarded,Than I full fifteen years ago,Though basely now discarded.Each hour you paid me visits ten,My counsel well you trusted;Without my approbation thenNo curls you e’er adjusted.An artless smile adorn’d your cheek,And grac’d each lovely feature,Which I observe now, once a-week,Distorted by ill nature.The pallid cheek and wrinkl’d browAnnounce your charms declining;And wont you take the vestal vowWithout so much repining?The truth, though in unwelcome strain,To you I must discover;While youth or beauty sways the swain,You’ll never find a lover.”Poor Celia now could bear no more,Her stars malignant cursed;Her looking-glass cast on the floor,And into tears she bursted.She would have died, butClaudiuscame,Preventing all her fears;He wed the pensive, weeping dame,And wip’d away her tears.

ASCelia, who a coquette was,O’er fading charms lamented,She frown’d upon her looking-glass,And thus her spleen she vented.

ASCelia, who a coquette was,

O’er fading charms lamented,

She frown’d upon her looking-glass,

And thus her spleen she vented.

“Thou silly, stupid, worthless thing,Of all discretion empty,I o’er the window will thee fling,If any more you tempt me.

“Thou silly, stupid, worthless thing,

Of all discretion empty,

I o’er the window will thee fling,

If any more you tempt me.

Thou’rt incorrigible and bold,Unworthy my attention:What! must I ever more be told,The thing I dread to mention?

Thou’rt incorrigible and bold,

Unworthy my attention:

What! must I ever more be told,

The thing I dread to mention?

A maiden old, kind heaven avert;I hate the appellation.The blood runs chill about my heart,I’m choak’d with sore vexation.

A maiden old, kind heaven avert;

I hate the appellation.

The blood runs chill about my heart,

I’m choak’d with sore vexation.

Last night when at the ball I danc’d,My air was counted charming;My eyes gave pain where’er they glanc’d,Each gesture prov’d alarming.

Last night when at the ball I danc’d,

My air was counted charming;

My eyes gave pain where’er they glanc’d,

Each gesture prov’d alarming.

Philander saw, their pow’r confest,And with love tales did tease me!I sigh’d, I frown’d, he was distress’d,But with my smiles seem’d easy.

Philander saw, their pow’r confest,

And with love tales did tease me!

I sigh’d, I frown’d, he was distress’d,

But with my smiles seem’d easy.

But Chloe mark’d, that new made toast,By other flirts surrounded,Poor Celia now her charms had lost,Which in last cent’ry wounded.

But Chloe mark’d, that new made toast,

By other flirts surrounded,

Poor Celia now her charms had lost,

Which in last cent’ry wounded.

A whisper then and laugh went round,Such scoffing I endured,Nor did Philander heed my frown,But by the jest was cured.

A whisper then and laugh went round,

Such scoffing I endured,

Nor did Philander heed my frown,

But by the jest was cured.

An easy passage through the crowdI found, none did escort me;No gallant youth my presence su’d,Nor flatter’d to support me.

An easy passage through the crowd

I found, none did escort me;

No gallant youth my presence su’d,

Nor flatter’d to support me.

Now Morpheus next I did address,For slumbers more delightful;But in my dreams I found distress,With apes and spectres frightful.

Now Morpheus next I did address,

For slumbers more delightful;

But in my dreams I found distress,

With apes and spectres frightful.

Then unto thee, thou base ingrate,I su’d for consolation,Who rudely now foretels my fateWithout alleviation.

Then unto thee, thou base ingrate,

I su’d for consolation,

Who rudely now foretels my fate

Without alleviation.

Though I’m abandon’d on that score,Though fools and fops are changed,Of thy impertinence no more,Else sure I’ll be revenged.”

Though I’m abandon’d on that score,

Though fools and fops are changed,

Of thy impertinence no more,

Else sure I’ll be revenged.”

Its head the looking-glass did bow,With reverent low submission,And to its angry mistress now,Did utter this petition.

Its head the looking-glass did bow,

With reverent low submission,

And to its angry mistress now,

Did utter this petition.

“O madam, deign to hear my tale,And let my sorrows move ye;My plain sincerity can’t failTo shew how much I love you.

“O madam, deign to hear my tale,

And let my sorrows move ye;

My plain sincerity can’t fail

To shew how much I love you.

Nor lap-dog, bird, or powder’d beauWas more by you regarded,Than I full fifteen years ago,Though basely now discarded.

Nor lap-dog, bird, or powder’d beau

Was more by you regarded,

Than I full fifteen years ago,

Though basely now discarded.

Each hour you paid me visits ten,My counsel well you trusted;Without my approbation thenNo curls you e’er adjusted.

Each hour you paid me visits ten,

My counsel well you trusted;

Without my approbation then

No curls you e’er adjusted.

An artless smile adorn’d your cheek,And grac’d each lovely feature,Which I observe now, once a-week,Distorted by ill nature.

An artless smile adorn’d your cheek,

And grac’d each lovely feature,

Which I observe now, once a-week,

Distorted by ill nature.

The pallid cheek and wrinkl’d browAnnounce your charms declining;And wont you take the vestal vowWithout so much repining?

The pallid cheek and wrinkl’d brow

Announce your charms declining;

And wont you take the vestal vow

Without so much repining?

The truth, though in unwelcome strain,To you I must discover;While youth or beauty sways the swain,You’ll never find a lover.”

The truth, though in unwelcome strain,

To you I must discover;

While youth or beauty sways the swain,

You’ll never find a lover.”

Poor Celia now could bear no more,Her stars malignant cursed;Her looking-glass cast on the floor,And into tears she bursted.

Poor Celia now could bear no more,

Her stars malignant cursed;

Her looking-glass cast on the floor,

And into tears she bursted.

She would have died, butClaudiuscame,Preventing all her fears;He wed the pensive, weeping dame,And wip’d away her tears.

She would have died, butClaudiuscame,

Preventing all her fears;

He wed the pensive, weeping dame,

And wip’d away her tears.


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