The
Heel-piece
of
her
Shoe
.
(
Stella
requiring
more
rhymes
,
and
the
Author
at
a
loss
for
a
subject
.
)
Swains
,
of
high
or
low
degree
,
Poets
,
Peers
,
whate'er
you
be
;
Ye
who
pen
the
lofty
lay
,
Or
who
sigh
and
nothing
say
;
Ye
who
talk
of
flames
and
darts
,
Radiant
eyes
,
and
marble
hearts
;
Say
,
(
for
Lovers
never
lie
,
)
Are
ye
half
so
blest
as
I
?
All
the
live-long
happy
day
,
Lo
!
at
Stella's
feet
I
lay
;
And
at
night
when
she's
undress'd
,
Next
her
bed
behold
I'm
plac'd
.
Swains
,
can
you
these
favours
see
,
And
not
envy
happy
Me
?
If
the
mazy
dance
she
tread
,
I
sustain
the
tripping
maid
;
Easy
tho'
to
all
,
and
free
,
Yet
she
foots
it
but
with
Me
.
Or
at
church
,
or
at
the
play
,
If
she
ogle
,
or
she
pray
,
When
she
trips
along
the
meads
,
Or
on
Persian
carpets
treads
,
In
the
sprightly
month
of
May
,
(
Fatal
month
!
some
authors
say
,
)
I
both
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
,
Order
all
her
steps
aright
.
Who
durst
say
,
when
I
was
by
,
Stella
ever
trod
awry
?
Me
she'll
ever
find
a
friend
,
Her
support
unto
my
end
.
If
a
pilgrim
she
should
go
Where
the
streams
of
Jordan
flow
,
I'll
sustain
her
in
the
way
,
Where
the
streams
of
Jordan
stray
.
Weary
tho'
and
faint
she
be
,
All
her
cares
shall
rest
on
Me
.
Need
I
say
that
Stella's
fair
?
—
Venus
,
in
her
shape
and
air
:
Cruel
tho'
,
nor
does
she
know
Half
the
pain
I
undergo
.
Tall
and
comely
tho'
she
be
,
Owes
she
not
an
inch
to
Me
?
Me
,
on
whom
she
treads
,
and
tramples
;
O
the
force
of
ill
examples
!
Die
,
forsaken
lovers
!
die
;
Favour'd
less
,
tho'
true
as
I
.
As
the
needle
to
the
steel
,
So's
the
Heel-piece
to
the
heel
;
True
and
constant
,
and
will
never
From
her
Shoe
,
or
Slipper
fever
,
Till
the
Sole
,
as
ah
!
it
must
,
Seeks
its
resting
place
in
dust
.
Swains
,
if
still
you
envy
Me
,
(
As
from
envy
who
is
free
!
)
Come
,
pour
out
your
last
adieus
;
Die
—
and
Heel-piece
Stella's
Shoes
.