“Vast Happiness enjoy thy gay Allies!
A Youth of Follies; an old age of Cares:
Young, yet enervate; old yet never wise;
Vice wastes their vigour, and their Mind impairs.”
With all the charms of beauty richly fraught,
Lucinda's form my fond attention caught.
A faultless person and a lovely mind,
I found with wonder, were in her combin'd
Deficient only in a single part,
She wanted nothing but a feeling heart.
Calm and unruffled as a Summer Sea,
From Passions gale's Lucinda's breast is free,
A faithless lover she may well defy
Recall her heart nor breathe a single sigh
And should a second prove inconstant too
She changes on till she can find one true.1