Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breathed in sighs, still ushered with a tear.

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror re…