A graceful maid is rarely to be found;
But should the object of thy fond pursuit
Shine forth to view with matchless beauty crown’d,
She may be silly, harsh, or dissolute;
But e’en if beauty, virtue, judgment sound,
All in thy choice unite, what doth it boot?
She for another feels a sympathy,
And with indiff’rence turns her eyes from thee.
To guarantee the zest complete of love,
How many things must be on earth combined!