William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Je Ne Sais QuoiWilliam Whitehead (17151785)
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And Celia has undone me;
And yet I swear I can’t tell how
The pleasing pain stole on me.
For there no graces revel;
’Tis not her shape, for there the fates
Have rather been uncivil.
There’s nothing more than common;
And all her sense is only chat,
Like any other woman.
’Twas both, perhaps, or neither;
In short, ’twas that provoking charm
Of Celia altogether.