Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; 281 As some fair female, unadorn'd and plain, Secure to please while youth confirms her reign, Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies, Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyesBut when those charms are pass'd, for charms are frail, When time advances, and when lovers fail She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, In all the glaring impotence of dress. In nature's simplest charms at first array'd But verging to decline, its splendours rise, 290 While, scourg'd by famine, from the smiling land 300 lf to some common's fenceless limits stray'd If to the city sped—what waits him there? To see those joys the sons of pleasure know, 320 Here, while the proud their long-drawn pomps display, Are these thy serious thoughts?-ah! turn thine eyes, She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd |