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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T63103 Chandler, Mary, 1687-1745. The Description Of Bath. A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author [poems only]. London Printed for James Leake, Bookseller in Bath 1736 pp. 57-59. 77p.

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A SONG . Young Celia was sprightly and gay ; Had the Bloom of Fifteen on her Cheek : Her Lovers came flocking each Day , And a thousand fond Things they wou'd speak . She , giddy and thoughtless , gave Ear To the Tale of each flattering Tongue ; And thought she was blest , to appear In a Circle of Lovers so young . Thus elate with the Conquests she gain'd , She neglected to act with a Grace ; And thought that her Triumph for Life , Was secure by the Charms of her Face . While Cynthia , more modest and coy , Not a Lover yet boasts in her Train ; Which Celia with Pleasure observ'd , And delighted to give the Nymph Pain . Her Lovers grew cold and dropp'd off , As her Folly increas'd with her Years ; When Time had her Beauty defac'd , They left her to Wrinkles and Tears . While Cynthia took Care to supply With each Grace the swift Conquest of Time ; And was much more belov'd in Decay , Than Celia was e'er in her Prime . Her Mind , with each Virtue replete , Had enamour'd a right-judging Swain ; Who sought her to make them both blest : And still is unrivall'd her Reign . All ye fair , that attend to my Song , Be ye warned by Celia's ill Fate ; Think the Graces to Beauty belong ; Lest forsaken , you court them too late .