Eyes

Lucy, what do you espy In the cast in Jenny's eye That should you to laughter move? I far other feelings prove. When on me she does advance Her good-natured countenance, And those eyes which in their way Saying much, so much would say, They to me no blemish seem, Or as none I them esteem; I their imperfection prize Above other clearer eyes. Eyes do not as jewels go By the brightness and the show, But the meanings which surround them, And the sweetness shines around them. Isabel's are black as jet, But she cannot that forget, And the pains she takes to show them Robs them of the praise we owe them. Ann's, though blue, affected fall; Kate's are bright, and fierce withal; And the sparklers of her sister From ill-humour lose their lustre. Only Jenny's eyes we see, By their very plainness, free From the vices which do smother All the beauties of the other.