The
MISTAKEN
LOVER
.
STREPHON
the
sprightly
and
the
gay
,
Lov'd
Celia
fresh
and
fair
as
May
:
None
shone
so
brilliant
in
the
Mall
,
The
Court
,
th'
Assembly
and
the
Ball
;
None
bare
at
Will's
the
laurel'd
Prize
,
But
Celia
with
the
killing
Eyes
.
'Twas
at
the
Drawing
Room
or
Play
,
(
But
which
our
Author
cannot
say
)
As
Celia
roll'd
her
Eyes
around
,
This
Youth
receiv'd
a
mortal
Wound
.
What
shou'd
he
do
?
—
"
Commence
the
Beau
,
"
For
Women
oft
are
caught
by
Show
.
"
The
wounded
Strephon
now
behold
,
Array'd
in
Coat
of
Green
and
Gold
,
(
Of
which
we
something
might
advance
)
The
Sleeve
was
a-la-mode
de
France
.
We
leave
it
here
—
and
haste
to
tell
,
How
smartly
round
his
Temples
fell
The
modish
Wig
.
—
Yet
we
presume
,
More
graceful
was
the
scarlet
Plume
:
Tho'
some
rude
Soldier
(
doom'd
to
bear
The
Southern
and
the
Northern
Air
,
And
walk
through
ev'ry
kind
of
Weather
)
Might
jeer
at
Strephon's
scarlet
Feather
;
And
tell
us
such
shou'd
ne'er
be
wore
,
Unless
you
fought
at
Marston-moor
.
His
Person
finish'd
,
now
the
Care
Is
to
address
and
gain
the
Fair
:
He
purchas'd
all
the
Songs
of
Note
,
And
got
the
Lover's
Cant
by
rote
:
He
brib'd
her
Footmen
and
her
Maids
,
And
with
his
nightly
Serenades
Her
vaulted
Roofs
and
Gardens
rung
:
For
her
he
ogled
,
danc'd
and
sung
;
Was
often
at
her
Toilet
seen
,
With
Sonnets
to
the
Paphian
Queen
:
Then
at
her
Feet
dejected
lying
,
Praying
,
weeping
,
sighing
,
dying
.
"
Was
Celia
kind
?
"
It
shall
be
known
:
D'ye
think
our
Hearts
are
made
of
Stone
?
Yes
,
she
was
kind
,
and
to
proceed
,
The
Writings
drawn
and
Friends
agreed
:
Grave
Hymen's
sacred
Knot
was
ty'd
,
And
Celia
Fair
commenc'd
a
Bride
.
But
I
shall
pass
the
Wedding-day
,
Nor
stay
to
paint
the
Ladies
gay
,
Nor
Splendor
of
the
lighted
Hall
,
The
Feast
,
the
Fiddles
,
nor
the
Ball
.
A
lovely
Theme
!
—
'Tis
true
,
but
then
We'll
leave
it
to
a
softer
Pen
:
Those
transient
Joys
will
fade
too
soon
,
We'll
therefore
skip
the
Hony-Moon
.
'Twas
half
a
Year
—
It
might
be
more
,
Since
Celia
brought
her
shining
Store
,
Five
thousand
Pounds
of
Sterling
clear
,
To
bless
the
Mansion
of
her
Dear
.
Some
tell
us
Wives
their
Beauties
lose
,
When
they
have
spoil'd
their
bridal
Shoes
:
Some
learned
Casuists
make
it
clear
,
A
Wife
might
please
for
half
a
Year
:
And
others
say
,
her
Charms
will
hold
As
long
as
the
suspended
Gold
;
But
that
her
Bloom
is
soon
decay'd
,
And
wither'd
when
her
Fortune's
paid
.
Now
which
of
these
was
Celia's
Case
,
(
Tho'
all
are
common
to
her
Race
)
I
shall
not
rack
my
Brains
about
,
But
leave
the
Learn'd
to
pick
it
out
.
This
Husband
,
whimsical
and
gay
,
Lov'd
Musick
,
Masquerades
,
and
Play
,
Was
one
of
those
most
happy
Elves
,
That
dote
upon
their
charming
Selves
:
Who
hating
dull
domestick
Walls
,
Fly
here
and
there
as
Fancy
calls
;
Still
in
pursuit
of
something
new
,
Nor
even
to
their
Vices
true
.
Mistaken
Strephon
finds
no
more
His
Celia
charming
as
before
:
Her
Eyes
!
—
Why
,
they
have
lost
their
Fire
:
The
Roses
on
her
Cheek
expire
.
Her
Shape
—
'Tis
alter'd
strangely
,
sure
;
Her
Voice
no
Mortal
can
endure
.
Then
to
the
Park
where
Claudia
rolls
Her
Eyes
to
fish
for
shallow
Souls
:
Or
at
the
Play
he
must
appear
,
For
lovely
Lindamine
is
there
:
No
mortal
Bell
so
fair
as
she
,
If
wretched
Strephon
was
but
free
.
I'th'
Country
he
deludes
the
Morn
With
Ringwood
and
the
hunting
Horn
:
Perhaps
may
with
his
Dearest
dine
,
Then
hey
for
Company
and
Wine
;
Wine
that
wou'd
make
an
Hermit
gay
,
With
Musick
intermix'd
and
Play
.
For
Tables
and
for
Cards
they
call
:
The
Dice-box
rattles
in
the
Hall
.
Now
all
are
happy
nor
give
o'er
,
Till
Watches
point
to
Number
Four
:
Then
see
the
Face
of
dawning
Day
:
Here
Lucy
.
"
Where's
your
Lady
,
pray
?
"
She's
gone
to
rest
.
—
There
let
her
be
,
"
Go
make
the
crimson
Bed
for
me
.
"
All
this
a
while
in
Silence
pass'd
,
The
Lady's
Patience
fail'd
at
last
.
One
Morning
(
so
the
Fates
decree
)
Alone
was
sitting
he
and
she
:
Not
yet
arriv'd
the
roaring
Band
,
Nor
Rake
nor
Coxcomb
was
at
hand
.
This
blest
Occasion
pleas'd
the
Fair
,
And
with
a
mild
and
chearful
Air
,
She
thus
began
:
"
My
Strephon
say
,
"
Why
this
dejected
Face
to
day
?
"
Why
art
thou
always
cross
and
dull
,
"
Unless
the
noisy
Rooms
are
full
?
"
Black
Discontent
and
Anger
lies
"
Close
lurking
in
thy
sullen
Eyes
;
"
Those
Eyes
that
I
with
Sorrow
see
"
Disgusted
when
they
roll
on
me
.
Here
ceas'd
the
greatly
injur'd
Bride
,
And
Strephon
with
a
Blush
reply'd
:
"
Why
,
Madam
,
I
must
own
that
you
,
"
Have
Merit
,
(
give
the
De'l
his
due
)
"
And
was
the
Pleasure
of
my
Life
,
"
Before
you
wore
the
Name
of
Wife
:
"
But
Ma'm
,
the
Reason
was
,
I
find
,
"
That
while
a
Lover
I
was
blind
:
"
And
now
the
Fault
is
not
in
me
,
"
'Tis
only
this
—
that
I
can
see
.
I
thought
you
once
a
Goddess
trim
,
"
The
Graces
dwelt
on
ev'ry
Limb
:
"
But
,
Madam
,
if
you
e'er
was
such
,
"
Methinks
you're
alter'd
very
much
:
"
As
first
(
I
beg
your
Pardon
tho'
)
"
You
hold
your
Head
extremely
low
:
"
And
tho'
your
Shape
is
not
awry
,
"
Your
Shoulders
stand
prodigious
high
:
"
Your
curling
Hair
I
durst
have
swore
,
"
Was
blacker
than
the
sable
Moor
:
"
But
now
I
find
'tis
only
brown
,
"
A
Colour
common
through
the
Town
:
"
'Tis
true
you're
mighty
fair
—
But
now
"
I
spy
a
Freckle
on
your
Brow
;
"
Your
Lips
I
own
are
red
and
thin
,
"
But
there's
a
Pimple
on
your
Chin
:
"
Besides
your
Eyes
are
gray
.
—
Alack
!
"
'Till
now
I
always
thought
'em
black
.
"
Thus
,
Madam
,
I
the
Truth
have
told
;
"
'Tis
true
,
I
thank
you
for
your
Gold
;
"
But
find
in
searching
of
my
Breast
,
"
That
I
cou'd
part
with
all
the
rest
.
He
ceas'd
—
And
both
were
mute
a
while
,
'Till
Celia
answer'd
with
a
Smile
:
"
Who
would
have
thought
,
my
Dear
,
says
she
,
"
That
Love
was
blind
to
this
degree
;
"
But
in
my
Turn
I'll
own
it
too
,
"
That
I'm
as
much
deceiv'd
as
you
:
"
From
hence
let
our
Example
show
"
The
gay
Coquette
and
sprightly
Beau
;
"
That
Love
like
theirs
will
never
hold
,
"
Not
tho'
'tis
cemented
with
Gold
:
"
Let
all
the
Youths
to
you
repair
,
"
For
Counsel
—
and
to
me
the
Fair
.
"
'Twill
help
to
make
our
Strephons
wise
,
"
And
stop
the
Growth
of
tender
Lies
:
"
And
more
than
Plato's
moral
Page
"
Instruct
the
Celia's
of
the
Age
.
"
But
now
,
my
Dearest
,
as
you
see
"
In
mutual
Hatred
we
agree
,
"
Methinks
'tis
better
we
retreat
,
"
Each
Party
to
a
distant
Seat
;
"
And
tho'
we
value
each
the
other
,
"
Just
as
one
Rush
regards
another
:
"
Yet
let
us
often
send
to
hear
,
"
If
Health
attend
the
absent
Dear
:
"
And
tho'
each
other
we
would
shun
,
"
As
Debtors
do
a
hateful
Dun
:
"
(
Nor
mind
the
crossing
of
a
Street
)
"
Yet
let's
be
civil
when
we
meet
,
"
And
live
in
short
like
courtly
Friends
:
"
They
part
—
and
thus
the
Story
ends
.