John Byrom

How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?

How the devil is it that fresh features
Have such a charm for us poor human creatures?

And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.

And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.

If that you have a former friend for foe.

If that you have a former friend for foe.

His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.

His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.

Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
Does aught read more

Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue?
And where is the violet's beautiful blue?
Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile?
That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?