Fair Amoret is gone astray

Fair Amoret is gone astray.
Pursue, and seek her, every lover;
I'll tell the signs by which you may
The wandering shepherdess discover.

Coquet and coy at once her air.
Both studied, tho' both seem neglected;
Careless she is, with artful care.
Affecting to seem unaffected.

With skill her eyes dart every glance.
Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them;
For she'd persuade they wound by chance,
Though certain aim and art direct them.

She likes herself, yet others hates
For that which in herself she prizes;
And, while she laughs at them, forgets
She is the thing that she despises.