And where, alas! must the mad contest end?
LXIII.
Each has her charms, and each peculiar worth,
To all in various portions duly giv’n,
By secret Nature working at its birth,
The lavish bounty of indulgent Heav’n.
LXIV.
Each has her charms:—but view the blushing Rose,
Behold the beauties of the Lily fair;
Few boast of equal excellence to those,