To Marion
- 1MARION! why that pensive brow?
- 2What disgust to life hast thou?
- 3Change that discontented air;
- 4Frowns become not one so fair.
- 5'Tis not Love disturbs thy rest,
- 6Love's a stranger to thy breast:
- 7He, in dimpling smiles, appears,
- 8Or mourns in sweetly timid tears;
- 9Or bends the languid eyelid down,
- 10But shuns the cold forbidding 'frown'.
- 11Then resume thy former fire,
- 12Some will love, and all admire!
- 13While that icy aspect chills us,
- 14Nought but cool Indiff'rence thrills us.
- 15Would'st thou wand'ring hearts beguile,
- 16Smile, at least, or seem to smile;
- 17Eyes like thine were never meant
- 18To hide their orbs in dark restraint;
- 19Spite of all thou fain wouldst say,
- 20Still in truant beams they play.
- 21Thy lips--but here my modest Muse
- 22Her impulse chaste must needs refuse:
- 23She blushes, curtsies, frowns,--in short She
- 24Dreads lest the Subject should transport me;
- 25And flying off, in search of Reason,
- 26Brings Prudence back in proper season.
- 27All I shall, therefore, say (whate'er
- 28I think, is neither here nor there,)
- 29Is, that such lips, of looks endearing,
- 30Were form'd for better things than sneering.
- 31Of soothing compliments divested,
- 32Advice at least's disinterested;
- 33Such is my artless song to thee,
- 34From all the flow of Flatt'ry free;
- 35Counsel like mine is as a brother's,
- 36My heart is given to some others;
- 37That is to say, unskill'd to cozen,
- 38It shares itself among a dozen.
- 39Marion, adieu! oh, pr'ythee slight not
- 40This warning, though it may delight not;
- 41And, lest my precepts be displeasing,
- 42To those who think remonstrance teazing,
- 43At once I'll tell thee our opinion,
- 44Concerning Woman's soft Dominion:
- 45Howe'er we gaze, with admiration,
- 46On eyes of blue or lips carnation;
- 47Howe'er the flowing locks attract us,
- 48Howe'er those beauties may distract us;
- 49Still fickle, we are prone to rove,
- 50These cannot fix our souls to love;
- 51It is not too severe a stricture,
- 52To say they form a pretty picture;
- 53But would'st thou see the secret chain,
- 54Which binds us in your humble train,
- 55To hail you Queens of all Creation,
- 56Know, in a word, 'tis Animation.