Retrench, ye fair ones, ev'ry smile,
And view Belinda's face awhile;
A wint'ry aspect see her wear,
And yet, what Cupids revel there!

Though not one look, my heart to warm,
Yet she has every power to charm.
What though no chearing beams are seen,
Love springs in me an ever-green.

With eager haste I view her eyes,
And see a thousand beauties rise;
Grac'd with a thousand pleasing wiles,
Surpassing every charmer's smiles.

As frowns succeed, smile not, my fair;
Sol's dazzling ray, what eye can bear?
But let me still thy beauties trace,
Behold the frown with every grace.

Though each gay charmer I pursue,
My heart, still constant, points to you;
The steel may round the compass roll,
But, trembling, centres near the pole.