The Tooth

THE TOOTH

O Look not, lady, with disdain! Nor fill our hearts with ruth; You still may charm some humble swain, Altho' you've lost a tooth!

Thy beaming eyes are black as jet, And pretty is thy mouth; No angel ever smil'd so sweet, Before you lost a tooth.

While fondly thus you strive to shine In all the charms of youth; Your face and figure e'er divine, But, O! you've lost a tooth.

Ah! why that angry frown? for shame! I only speak the truth: It cannot hurt Eliza's fame To say she's lost a tooth.

But search some hearts, perhaps you'll find A greater fault forsooth; O! it were well for woman kind Were all their loss a tooth!