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Anne Kingsmill Finch - The Wit And The Beau
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Strephon, whose Person ev`ry Grace 
  Was careful to adorn; 
Thought, by the Beauties of his Face, 
In Silvia`s Love to find a place, 
  And wonder`d at her Scorn. 
With Bows, and Smiles he did his Part; 
  But Oh! `twas all in vain: 
A Youth less Fine, a Youth of Art 
Had talk`d himself into her Heart, 
  And wou`d not out again. 

Strephon with change of Habits press`d, 
  And urg`d her to admire; 
His Love alone the Other dress`d, 
As Verse, or Prose became it best, 
  And mov`d her soft Desire. 

This found, his courtship Strephon ends, 
  Or makes it to his Glass; 
There, in himself now seeks amends, 
Convinc`d, that where a Wit pretends, 
  A Beau is but an Ass.
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