The
Wit
and
the
Beau
.
STrephon
,
whose
Person
ev'ry
Grace
Was
careful
to
adorn
;
Thought
,
by
the
Beauties
of
his
Face
,
In
Silvia's
Love
to
find
a
place
,
And
wonder'd
at
her
Scorn
.
With
Bows
,
and
Smiles
he
did
his
Part
.
But
Oh
!
'twas
all
in
vain
:
A
Youth
less
Fine
,
a
Youth
of
Art
Had
talk'd
himself
into
her
Heart
,
And
wou'd
not
out
again
.
Strephon
with
change
of
Habits
press'd
,
And
urg'd
her
to
admire
;
His
Love
alone
the
Other
dress'd
,
As
Verse
,
or
Prose
became
it
best
,
And
mov'd
her
soft
Desire
.
This
found
,
his
courtship
Strephon
ends
,
Or
makes
it
to
his
Glass
;
There
,
in
himself
now
seeks
amends
,
Convinc'd
,
that
where
a
Wit
pretends
,
A
Beau
is
but
an
Ass
.