A SONG in SCIPINA

IN vain do's Nature her free gifts bestow,
To make us wise or fair;
If Fortune don't her Favours show,
Scorn'd or neglected we may go,
Not worth a Look, much less a Lover's care.

Or if we shou'd some pitying Eyes command,
Or those of admiration;
So unendow'd fair Structures stand,
Admir'd; but not one helping hand
Will rescue them •rom Time's dilapidation.

Then surely vain it is for me to strive
With native Charms or Art;
For Beauty may as well survive
Her Climacterick Twenty-five,
As without Wealth to get or keep a Heart.