FAIR Amoret is gone astray-- <br /> Pursue and seek her, ev'ry lover; <br />I'll tell the signs by which you may <br /> The wand'ring Shepherdess discover. <br /> <br />Coquette and coy at once her air, <br /> Both studied, tho' both seem neglected; <br />Careless she is, with artful care, <br /> Affecting to seem unaffected. <br /> <br />With skill her eyes dart ev'ry glance, <br /> Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them, <br />For she'd persuade they wound by chance, <br /> Tho' certain aim and art direct them. <br /> <br />She likes herself, yet others hates <br /> For that which in herself she prizes; <br />And, while she laughs at them, forgets <br /> She is the thing hat she despises.<br /><br />William Congreve<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hue-and-cry-after-fair-amoret/
