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THE GENERAL ADMIRER.
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One calls all my poems the best in the world;—Of course where I'm praised, I adore.But some pretty lips are in ridicule curled,Which provokes me to love them the more.One's feet want the grace where another excels—She'd walk better were I by her side:Another-one's throat, whence such melody swells,I think I could kiss till I died.
When one with her fingers runs over the notes,My heart throbs with love at the sound;In the dance when the form of another one floats,My pulses in ecstasy bound.Is she tall?—I admire an imperial mien:If short, she looks pretty and sweet:I am charm'd with her splendour, if drest like a queen;I like her if simple and neat.
I dote on the maid whose complexion is fair;No less I admire a brunette:I glow when I gaze on the bright golden hair;I delight in the ringlets of jet.Old and young both can please me. One charms by her face;In her mind lies another's attraction;In short, not a Beauty can come to the place,But I love her—aye, love to distraction!
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