Exquisite Laura! With Thy Pouting Lip, And The Arch Smile That Makes Me Constant So - Tempting Me Still Like A Dull Bee To Sip The Flower I Should Have Left So Long Ago - Beautiful Laura! Who Art Just So Fair That I Can Think Thee Lovely When Alone, And Still Art Not So Wonderfully Rare That I Could Never Find A Prettier One - Spirited Laura! Laughing, Weeping, Crying In The Same Breath, And Gravest With The Gay - So Wild, That Cupid Ever Shoots Thee Flying, And Knows His Archery Is Thrown Away - Inconstant As I Am, I Cannot Yet Break Thy Sweet Fetter, Exquisite Coquette!