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Her conscious tail her joy declar'd :
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Still had the gaz'd; but 'midft the tide
The Genii of the ftream:
Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue
Thro' richest purple to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.
The hapless Nymph with wonder faw,
A whisker firft, and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She ftretch'd in vain to reach the prize;
What Cat's averfe to fish!
Prefumptuous Maid! with looks intent
Nor knew the gulf between.
Eight times emerging from the flood.
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd :
A Fav'rite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd,
Know, one falfe ftep is ne'er retriev'd,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
Nor all, that glifters, gold.