The gay flowret

As oer the gay pasture went rocking a clown 

A gay gaudy buttercups gold fringed gown 
Engaged his attention as passing her bye 
& rudly to gain her he stooped adown 
Its beauty so dazzld his eye 

By outside appearance the sensless are caught 
& beautys gay triumph is foolish & short 
With nothing to gain the attention beside 
Possession soon sickens—& fleet as a thought 
Beauty slips us forgotten aside 

As snufting & snufting the clodhopper goes 
& finding no sweetness for charming his nose 
Frail beauties delusion soon wearied his eye 
& away the gay flowret he heedlessly throws 
To wither unnotis'd & dye

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