The hapless Nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretch’d in vain to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?
What Cat’s averse to fish?
Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent
Again she stretch’d, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.
(Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled.)
The slipp’ry verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood
She mew’d to ev’ry wat’ry god,
Some speedy aid to send.
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr’d:
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A Fav’rite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties, undeceived,
Know, one false step is ne’er retrieved,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wand’ring eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters, gold.
WILLIAM COLLINS
1721-1759
Ode to Simplicity
O THOU, by Nature taught
To breathe her genuine thought
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong:
Who first on mountains wild,
In Fancy, loveliest child,
Thy babe and Pleasure’s, nursed the pow’rs of song!
Thou, who with hermit heart
Disdain’st the wealth of art,
And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pall:
But com’st a decent maid,
In Attic robe array’d,
O chaste, unboastful nymph, to thee I call!