Woman, thou sweet urbanity to guile
Life’s tedious course away—I love thy smile,
Thy brow soft animated sweet to please,
Thy full-bright-eye at vestal fire so chaste,
Thy cheek like Hebe’s bloom, and littling waist,
With native movement, elegance and ease.
Of these, the fair, from nature genuine boast,
Whose charms replete with wonder strike the host,
Yet when she meets my gaze, to sigh I’m prone,
That peerless beauty, in a Paphian form,