II.

His majesty's no Solomon,

Yet sometimes knows a thing or two;

The lawyers came in armies on,

To plead for Black eyes or for Blue.

For witnesses, each Kiss of flame;

And for defenders, countless Sighs;

For proof, Hope, Fear, and Torment came; Desires took notes for all the Eyes.

III.

King Cupid, thus, the quarrel ends,
By a decision sage and true:

"Black Eyes are beautiful, my friends,

"And beautiful are Eyes of Blue.

"These last show more of tenderness; "The former, most vivacity;

"Black Eyes a roguish wit express;

"In Blue ones constant truth we see.

IV.

"Black Eyes are subject to caprice; "On such 'tis perilous to gaze : "Blue Eyes have much less artifice, "And are less wicked in their ways. "In Black Eyes I my lightning place— "My sweetest languor in the Blue ;— "In short, they both have wondrous grace,—

"But Hazel beats them-black and blue !"

SONG IV.

WRITTEN FOR AN ENGLISH LADY, WHO HAD ASKED THE AUTHOR TO WRITE A SONG FOR HER.

I.

O beautiful daughters of England,

Wherever a truant may rove,

From the shores of the shivering Finland

To the Orient regions of love,

Though in search of young Beauty's bright treasure

He voyages, travels, and tours,

He'll never know rapturous pleasure

Till pressing those dear lips of yours.

T

II.

The charming Parisian ladies

May win us, perchance, for an hour;

At Rome, at Madrid, and at Cadiz,

We bow to sweet woman's power:

But we never bow half so lowly,

Nor ever sigh half so long,
As when angels of Albion, slowly,

Subdue us with passion strong.

III.

The delicate damsels of Pekin

May all look uncommonly smart,

Where each mandarin gravely is shaking His head at Love's terrible dart.

They may kick the Celestials before 'em,

With fairest and fairiest feet,

But ye triumph quite easily o'er em,

In symmetry fully complete.

IV.

Let Georgia, let Greece, and Circassia Send forth their most marvellous fair ; In vain will they hope to surpass you; With you they can never compare. They think they can sadly molest us, And ruin our peace in hot haste;

But Venus declares that her cestus

Fits none but an English waist.

V.

Oh, were I a great sultan uxorious, With fifteen good hundreds of wives, I'd sail on a cruise the most glorious, And squander whole legions of lives, To augment my imperfect collection With houris from Albion's shore; Then I'd share my capacious affection, With fifteen fair thousands more.