Another Lady (Charlotte Eliza Dixon)

So excessively lovely, you can’t find a fault,
So excessively stupid, you can’t find a thought,
When Nature so lavishly form’d this face,
Ah! why of a soul did she leave us no trace?
‘Twas to prove that the finest of features combin’d
Are charmless without the expression of mind.

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