Tixall Poetry/The Irresistible Beauty
LVIII.
The Irresistible Beauty.
When busie fame ore all the plaine Philena's praises rung, And on their oaten pipes each swaine Her matchles beauties sung;The envious nimphs were forc'd to yield She had the sweetest face;No emulous disputes they held, But for the second place.
Young Coridon, whose stubborne hart Noe beauty ere could move,But smil'd to heare of bow and dart, And brav'd the god of love;Would view this nimph, and pleas'd at first, Such silent charmes to see,With wonder gaz'd, then sigh'd, and curst His curiosity.