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Her conscious tail her joy declar'd;

The fair round face, the fnowy beard,

The velvet of her paws,

Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,

Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,

She saw; and purr'd applause.

Still had the gaz'd; but ’midst the tide

Two angel forms were seen to glide,

The Genii of the stream:

Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue

Thro' richest purple to the view

Betray'd a golden gleam,


The hapless Nymph with wonder faw:

A whisker first and then a claw,

With many an ardent wish,

She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize.

What female heart can gold despise ?

What Cat's averse to fish?

Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent

Again she stretch'd, again fhe bent,

Nor knew the gulf between.

(Malignant Fate sat by, and simild)

The slipp’ry verge her feet beguild,

She tumbled headlong in.

Eight times emerging from the flood

She mew'd to ev'ry wat'ry God,

Some speedy aid to send.

No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd:

Nor cruel Tom, nor Sufan heard.

A Fav'rite has no friend !

From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd,

Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd,

And be with caution bold.

Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes

And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;

Nor all, that glisters, gold.


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