The Je ne scai Quoi*: A Song by William Whitehead

Yes, I’m in love, I feel it now,
And CAELIA has undone me;
And yet I’ll swear I can’t tell how
The pleasing plague stole on me.

‘Tis not her face which love creates,
For there no graces revel;
‘Tis not her shape, for there the fates
Have rather been uncivil.

‘Tis not her air, for sure in that
There’s nothing more than common;
And all her sense is only chat,
Like any other woman.

Her voice, her touch might give th’ alarm —
‘Twas both perhaps, or neither;
In short, ’twas that provoking charm
Of CAELIA altogether.

*Je ne scai Quoi (je ne sais quoi) – I do not know what.


Date: 1758

By: William Whitehead (1715-1785)

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