The Judgment Of The Poets.
Two nymphs, both nearly of an age,
Of numerous charms possessd,
A warm dispute once chanced to wage,
Whose temper was the best.
The worth of each had been complete,
Had both alike been mild:
But one, although her smile was sweet,
Frownd oftener than she smiled.
And in her humour, when she frownd,
Would raise her voice, and roar,
And shake with fury to the ground
The garland that she wore.
The other was of gentler cast,
From all such frenzy clear,
Her frowns were seldom known to last,
And never proved severe.
To poets of renown in song
The nymphs referrd the cause,
Who, strange to tell, all judgd it wrong,
And gave misplaced applause.
They gentle calld, and kind and soft,