When lately Stella's form display'd <br />The beauties of the gay brocade, <br />The nymphs, who found their power decline, <br />Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine. <br />'Fate! snatch away the bright disguise, <br />And let the goddess trust her eyes.' <br />Thus blindly pray'd the fretful pair, <br />And Fate malicious heard the prayer; <br />But brighten'd by the sable dress, <br />As virtue rises in distress, <br />Since Stella still extends her reign, <br />Ah! how shall envy soothe her pain? <br />'Th' adoring youth and envious fair, <br />Henceforth shall form one common prayer <br />And love and hate alike implore <br />The skies - 'That Stella mourn no more.'<br /><br />Samuel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stella-in-mourning/
