Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest, <br />By flattering poets given, <br />Who shine, by lavish lovers dress'd, <br />In all the pomp of heaven. <br /> <br />Engross not all the beams on high, <br />Which gild a lover's lays, <br />But as your sister of the sky, <br />Let Lyce share the praise. <br /> <br />Her silver locks display the moon, <br />Her brows a cloudy show, <br />Striped rainbows round her eyes are seen, <br />And showers from either flow. <br /> <br />Her teeth the night with darkness dyes, <br />She's starr'd with pimples o'er; <br />Her tongue like nimble lightning plies, <br />And can with thunder roar. <br /> <br />But some, Zelinda, while I sing, <br />Deny my Lyce shines; <br />And all the pen of Cupid's wing <br />Attack my gentle lines. <br /> <br />Yet spite of fair Zelinda's eye, <br />And all her bards express, <br />My Lyce makes as good a sky, <br />And I but flatter less.<br /><br />Samuel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-lyce-an-elderly-lady/
