Oh fool! in the circle to shine
That Fashion’s gay daughters approve,
You must speak as the fashions incline;—
Alas! are there fashions in love?
Yet sure they are simple who prize
The tongue that is smooth to deceive;
Yet sure she had sense to despise
The tinsel that folly may weave.
When I talk’d, I have seen her recline
With an aspect so pensively sweet,——