Some whose accomplish’d Beauty cou’d impart
The soft Desire to the severest Mind,
And wake to Extacy the throbbing Heart.
But splendid Life in each Allurement drest
Attracts Them not, tho’ flush’d with youthful Bloom:
Stern Pennance chills the Ardour of their Breast,
And buries their Ambition in his Gloom.
Full many a Riv’let steals its gentle way
Unheard, untasted, by the thirsty Swain,
Full many a Philomel attunes her Lay,