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jHc^titort. 
Clouds turn w^lh every wind aljout ; 
They keep us iu suspense and doubt ; 
Yet oft perverse, like woman-kind, 
Are seen to scud against the wind. 
Is not this lady just the same? 
For who can tell what is her aim ? 
Swift. 
Thou delightest the cold world's gaze, 
When crowned with the flower and the gem, 
But thy lover's smile should be dearer praise 
Than the incense thou prizest from them. 
And gay is the playful tone, 
As to the flattering voice thou respondest ; 
But what is the praise of the cold and unknown 
To the tender blame of the fondest ? 
John Everett. 
Know, Celia, (since thou art so proud,) 
'Twas I that gave thee thy renown: 
Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd 
Of common beauties, lived unknown, 
Had not my verse exhaled thy name, 
And with it impt the wings of Faitie. 
That killing power is none of thine, 
I gave it to thy voice and eyes : 
Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine ; 
Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies ! 
Tlien dart not from thy borrowed sphere 
Lightning on him that fixed thee there. 
Thomas Cweiv, 
