Song on a fine Woman who had a dull Husband
I.
When on fair Celia 's Eyes I gaze,
And bless their Light divine;
I stand confounded with Amaze,
To think on what they shine.
II.
On one vile Clod of Earth she seems
To fix their Influence;
Which kindles not at those bright Beams,
Nor wakens into Sense.
III.
Lost and bewilder'd with the Thought,
I cou'd not but complain,
That Nature's lavish Hand had wrought
This fairest Work in vain.
IV.
Thus some who have the Stars survey'd,
Are ignorantly led,
To think those glorious Lamps were made
To light Tom-Fool to Bed.
When on fair Celia 's Eyes I gaze,
And bless their Light divine;
I stand confounded with Amaze,
To think on what they shine.
II.
On one vile Clod of Earth she seems
To fix their Influence;
Which kindles not at those bright Beams,
Nor wakens into Sense.
III.
Lost and bewilder'd with the Thought,
I cou'd not but complain,
That Nature's lavish Hand had wrought
This fairest Work in vain.
IV.
Thus some who have the Stars survey'd,
Are ignorantly led,
To think those glorious Lamps were made
To light Tom-Fool to Bed.
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