 BEAUTY.
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What Is beauty! alas. 'tis a jewel, glass, bubble, plaything, rose; 'Tis the snow, dew, or air--'tis so many

 things rare. That 'tis nothing one well may suppose. 'Tis jewel, loves token-glass easily bro

 ken,

 A bubble that vanisheth soon; \ plaything that boys cast aside when it

 cloys;

 A rose quickly faded and strewn. Like the air it is felt.-like the snow it will

 melt,

 It refresheth the heart like the dew; And as nothing can vic with a brilliant blue

 eye,

 'Iis like nothing, sweet lady, but you.