The Maiden I Love.
Away with fictitious and flimsy expanse
Of those tresses of falsehood which folly has wove;
Give me the real hair, and unmedicalled glance
The beauties that dwell in the maiden I love.
Ye charmers whose bosoms with cosmetics glow
Whose passions are put on and off like a glove;
I’m blessed if your long studied acting can show,
With the natural charms of the maiden I love.