Her conscious tail her joy declar'd;

The fair round face, the fnowy beard,

The velvet of her paws,

Her coat, that with the tortoife vies,

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Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,

She faw; and purr'd applause.

Still had she gaz'd; but 'midst the tide

Two angel forms were feen to glide,

The Genii of the ftream:

Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue

Thro' richest purple to the view

Eetray'd a golden gleam.

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Eight times emerging from the flood

She mew'd to ev'ry wat❜ry God,

Some speedy aid to fend.

No Dolphin came, no Nereid ftirr'd;

Nor cruel Tom, nor Sufan heard,

A Fav'rite has no friend!

From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd,

Know, one falfe ftep is ne'er retriev'd,

And be with caution bold.

Not all, that tempts your wand'ring eyes

And heedlefs hearts, is lawful prize;

Not all, that glifters, gold.

ODE