The P 0 E M. 
WHether White or Black be bejl 
Call your Senfes to the quejl; 
And your touch Jliall quickly tell 
The Black in foftnefs doth excel, 
And in fmoothnefs; b tit the Ear, 
What, can that a Colour hear? 
No, but His your Black ones Wit 
That doth catch, and captive it. 
And if Slut and Fair be one, 
Siveet and Fair, there can be none: 
Nor can ought fo pleafe the tajl 
As ivha fs brown and lovely drejl: 
And who'll fay, that that is bejl 
To pleafe ones Senfe, difpleafe the rejlf 
[102] 'Maugre then all that can be fed 
In flattery of White and Red: 
Thofe flatterers themf elves mujl fay 
That darknefs was before the Day: 
And fitch perfection here appears 
It neither Wind nor Sun-Jliine fears. 
