A wit, by learning well refined, <br />A beau, but of the rural kind, <br />To Sylvia made pretences; <br />They both profess'd an equal love, <br />Yet hoped by different means to move <br />Her judgement of her senses. <br /> <br />Young sprightly Flirt, of blooming mien, <br />Watch'd the best minutes to be seen, <br />Went - when his glass advised him; <br />While meagre Phil of brooks inquired, <br />A wight for wit and and parts admired <br />And witty ladies prized him. <br /> <br />Sylvia had wit, had spirits too; <br />To hear the one, the other view, <br />Suspended held the scales; <br />Her wit, her youth too, claim'd its share: <br />Let none the preference declare, <br />But turn up - heads or tails.<br /><br />William Shenstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flirt-and-phil/
