Or attempt to laud you to the skies,
Or spread myself on compliment,
I’m so awful dull,
That my efforts would prove futility;
For the sex of your kind, are of that turn of mind,
That morals, verse and flattery,
Have to you been so oft defined,
You are full.
If rhyming I try, adorable Miss,
The first I think of, is dear little Kiss,