Strephon, whose Person ev'ry Grace br Was careful to adorn; br Thought, by the Beauties of his Face, br In Silvia's Love to find a place, br And wonder'd at her Scorn. br With Bows, and Smiles he did his Part; br But Oh! 'twas all in vain: br A Youth less Fine, a Youth of Art br Had talk'd himself into her Heart, br And wou'd not out again. br br Strephon with change of Habits press'd, br And urg'd her to admire; br His Love alone the Other dress'd, br As Verse, or Prose became it best, br And mov'd her soft Desire. br br This found, his courtship Strephon ends, br Or makes it to his Glass; br There, in himself now seeks amends, br Convinc'd, that where a Wit pretends, br A Beau is but an Ass.