Tixall Poetry/The Irresistible Beauty

LVIII.

The Irresistible Beauty.


When busie fame ore all the plainePhilena's praises rung, And on their oaten pipes each swaineHer matchles beauties sung;The envious nimphs were forc'd to yieldShe had the sweetest face;No emulous disputes they held,But for the second place.
Young Coridon, whose stubborne hartNoe 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 curstHis curiosity.