Fair, dear, and good thou wert, nay, fairest, dearest, best. }
Nor shame, nor guilt, nor falsehood I avow,
But ’tis by heaven’s own light I see thee now;
And if that light will all those glories chase,
’Tis not my wish that will the good replace.
E. O! sir, this boyish tale is mighty well,
But ’twas your falsehood that destroy’d the spell. 200
Speak not of nature; ’tis an evil mind }
That makes you to accustom’d beauties blind; }
You seek the faults yourself, and then complain you find. }