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WAS on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayeft art had dy'd
Gaz'd on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declar'd :
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
She law; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gaz’d; but 'midst the tide
The Genii of the stream :
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Betray'd a golden gleam.
With many an ardent wish,
What Cat's averse to fish !
Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent
Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant fate fat by, and smild) The slippry verge her feet beguild)
She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood
Some speedy aid to send.
A Fay’rite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd,
Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
Nor all, that glifters, gold.