Yellow-hair'd laddie/Beauty and rigour

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BEAUTY AND RIGOUR.

THE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,
No less than a wonder by nature designed;
She's the grief of my heart, and the joy of my eye,
And the cause of a flame that never can die.
And the cause, &c.

Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,
Has the beautiful blush, and the smell of the rose:
Love and destiny both attend on her will,
She wounds with a look, with a frown she can kill.

The desperate lover can hope no redress,
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess;
In Silvia they meet, so unhappy am I,
Who sees her must love, who loves her must die.