SONG. By the Same. STELLA and Flavia every hour Do various hearts surprize; In Stella's soul lies all her power, And Flavia's in her eyes. More boundless Flavia's conquests are, And Stella's more confin'd; All can discern a face that's fair, But few a lovely mind. Stella, like Britain's monarchs, reigns O'er cultivated lands; Like eastern tyrants Flavia deigns To rule o'er barren sands. Then boast not, Flavia, thy fair face, Thy beauty's only store; Thy charms will every day decrease, Each day gives Stella more.