O do not praise my beauty more, But do for ever softly say: I hate my beauty in the glass: The inner I O care for, then, Note.—“The Regent Street beauty, Miss Verrey, the Swiss confectioner’s daughter, whose personal attractions have been so mischievously exaggerated, died of fever on Monday evening, brought on by the annoyance she had been for some time subject to.”—London paper, October 1828. |