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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegy, To an Old Beauty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In vain, poor Nymph, to please our youthful sight <br>You sleep in cream and frontlets all the night, <br>Your face with patches soil, with paint repair, <br>Dress with gay gowns, and shade with foreign hair. <br>If truth in spight of manners must be told, <br>Why, really fifty-five is something old. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once you were young; or one, whose life's so long <br>She might have born my mother, tells me wrong. <br>And once (since Envy's dead before you die,) <br>The women own, you play'd a sparkling eye, <br>Taught the light foot a modish little trip, <br>And pouted with the prettiest purple lip -- </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To some new charmer are the roses fled, <br>Which blew, to damask all thy cheek with red; <br>Youth calls the Graces there to fix their reign, <br>And airs by thousands fill their easy train. <br>So parting Summer bids her flow'ry prime <br>Attend the sun to dress some foreign clime, <br>While with'ring seasons in succession, here, <br>Strip the gay gardens, and deform the year. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But thou (since Nature bids) the world resign, <br>'Tis now thy daughter's daughter's time to shine. <br>With more address, (or such as pleases more) <br>She runs her female exercises o'er, <br>Unfurls or closes, raps or turns the Fan, <br>And smiles, or blushes at the creature Man. <br>With quicker life, as guilded coaches pass, <br>In sideling courtesy she drops the glass. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With better strength, on visit-days she bears <br>To mount her fifty flights of ample stairs. <br>Her mein, her shape, her temper, eyes and tongue <br>Are sure to conquer. -- for the rogue is young; <br>And all that's madly wild, or oddly gay, <br>We call it only pretty Fanny's way. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let time that makes you homely, make you sage, <br>The sphere of wisdom is the sphere of age. <br>'Tis true, when beauty dawns with early fire, <br>And hears the flatt'ring tongues of soft desire, <br>If not from virtue, from its gravest ways <br>The soul with pleasing avocation strays. <br>But beauty gone, 'tis easier to be wise; <br>As harper better, by the loss of eyes. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Henceforth retire, reduce your roving airs, <br>Haunt less the plays, and more the publick pray'rs, <br>Reject the Mechlin Head, and gold brocade, <br>Go pray, in sober Norwich Crape array'd. <br>Thy pendent diamonds let thy Fanny take, <br>(Their trembling lustre shows how much you shake;) <br>Or bid her wear thy necklace row'd with pearl, <br>You'll find your Fanny an obedient girl. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So for the rest, with less incumbrance hung, <br>You walk thro' life, unmingled with the young; <br>And view the shade and substance as you pass <br>With joint endeavour trifling at the glass, <br>Or Folly drest, and rambling all her days, <br>To meet her counterpart, and grow by praise: <br>Yet still sedate your self, and gravely plain, <br>You neither fret, nor envy at the vain. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas thus (if Man with Woman we compare) <br>The wise Athenian crost a glittering fair, <br>Unmov'd by tongues and sights, he walk'd the place, <br>Thro' tape, toys, tinsel, gimp, perfume, and lace; <br>Then bends from Mars's Hill his awful eyes, <br>And "What a world I never want?" he cries; <br>But cries unheard: For Folly will be free. <br>So parts the buzzing gaudy crowd, and he: <br>As careless he for them, as they for him; <br>He wrapt in wisdom, and they whirl'd by whim.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a></strong></div>