LINES IN “LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN AND AN ENGLISH GENTLEMAN,” BY J.J.  ROUSSEAU, FOUNDED ON FACTS.

  Away, away,—­your flattering arts,
  May now betray some simpler hearts;
  And you will smile at their believing,
  And they shall weep at your deceiving.

ANSWER TO THE ABOVE, ADDRESS’D TO MISS ——­.

  Dear simple girl those flattering arts,
  (From which you’d guard frail female hearts,)
  Exist but in imagination,
  Mere phantoms of your own creation;
  For he who sees that witching grace,
  That perfect form, that lovely face;
  With eyes admiring, oh! believe me,
  He never wishes to deceive thee;
  Once let you at your mirror glance,
  You’ll there descry that elegance,
  Which from our sex demands such praises,
  But envy in the other raises.—­
  Then he who tells you of your beauty,
  Believe me only does his duty;
  Ah! fly not from the candid youth,
  It is not flattery, but truth.

July, 1804.

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