(Like ivory turned to the billiard-room's spherosid),
BALDER'S occiput glassing bewitchingly her face,
The face of his Dear, by herself in her hero eyed—
DULCINEA would deem it profanity, were
It in nature to beg for a tress of his hair!
So take warning, ye Minstrels whose locks are a feature,
Be bald, e'en as bald as your verse peradventure is;
To be bald is the crown of the civilised creature,
And barbers are relics of barbarous centuries:
Still, howe'er you may strive, you will never compare,