To the Same

  Whether Stella's eyes are found
  Fix'd on earth, or glancing round,
  If her face with pleasure glow,
  If she sigh at others' woe,
  If her easy air express
  Conscious worth or soft distress,
  Stella's eyes, and air, and face,
  Charm with undiminish'd grace.



  If on her we see display'd
  Pendent gems, and rich brocade,                             10
  If her chintz with less expense
  Flows in easy negligence;
  Still she lights the conscious flame,
  Still her charms appear the same;
  If she strikes the vocal strings,
  If she's silent, speaks, or sings,
  If she sit, or if she move,
  Still we love, and still approve.
  Vain the casual transient glance,
  Which alone can please by chance--                           20
  Beauty, which depends on art,
  Changing with the changing heart,
  Which demands the toilet's aid,
  Pendent gems, and rich brocade.
  I those charms alone can prize
  Which from constant Nature rise,
  Which nor circumstance, nor dress,
  E'er can make, or more, or less.