THE METAMORPHOSE. James Barclay Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 178-179. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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THE METAMORPHOSE . BY THE SAME . WITH rolling time that all things change , Has oft been said , and oft been sung : One instance more ; the difference strange 'Twixt WITWOUD old , and WITWOUD young ! In youth , compound of curls and lace , Of giggle , fidget , and of froth ; One simper dimpled in his face , No butterfly more void of wrath . Pleas'd with himself , with all well-pleas'd , The flutterer scarce could give offence : Or if he teaz'd , with nought he teaz'd , But simple , pure , impertinence . Now view him in declining age , Assume the four satyric frown : On friends and foes discharge his rage , The very SCARECROW of the town . So Flies , in frisk , and buzz , and play , That harmless through the summer past , When ready to be swept away , Grow blind , and sting us at the last .