Though a printer and dean

Seditiously mean

Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean;
We'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,
In fpite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.

In England the dead in woollen are clad,

The dean and his printer then let us cry fye on ; To be cloath'd like a carcafe, would make a Teague mad, Since a living dog better is than a dead lion.

Our wives they grow fullen

At wearing of woollen,

And all we poor shop-keepers muft our horns pull in. Then we 'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,

In fpite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.

Whoever our trading with England would hinder,

To inflame both the nations do plainly confpire;
Because Irish linen will foon turn to tinder,
And wool it is greasy, and quickly takes fire.
Therefore I affure

ye,

Our noble grand jury,

When they faw the dean's book, they were in a great fury: They would buy English filks for their wives and their daughters,

In fpite of his deanfhip and journeyman Waters.

This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning,

And before corum nobus so oft' has been call'd, Henceforward fhall print neither pamphlets nor linen, And, if fwearing can do't, fhall be fwingingly mawl'd:

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And

And as for the dean,

You know whom I mean,

If the printer will peach him, he 'll scarce come off clean. Then we 'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,

In spite of his deanfhip and journeyman Waters.

THE PROGRESS OF BEAUTY.

1720.

HEN firft Diana leaves her bed,

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Vapours and steams her look difgrace,

A frowzy dirty-colour'd red

Sits on her cloudy wrinkled face :

But by degrees, when mounted high,
Her artificial face appears

Down from her window in the sky,

Her fpots are gone, her vifage clears.

'Twixt earthly females and the moon
All parallels exactly run :
If Celia fhould appear too soon,
Alas, the nymph would be undone !

To fee her from her pillow rife,

All reeking in a cloudy steam,

Crack'd lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes,
Poor Strephon! how would he blaspheme!

Three colours, black, and red, and white,
So graceful in their proper place,
Remove them to a different fcite,
They form a frightful hideous face:

For inftance, when the lily skips
Into the precincts of the rose,
And takes poffeffion of the lips,
Leaving the purple to the nofe :
So Celia went intire to bed,

All her complexion fafe and found;
But, when the rofe, white, black, and red,
Though ftill in fight, had chang'd their ground.

The black, which would not be confin'd,

A more inferior station feeks,

Leaving the fiery red behind,

And mingles in her muddy cheeks.

But Celia can with eafe reduce,

By help of pencil, paint, and brush, Each colour to its place and use,

And teach her cheeks again to blush.

She knows her early felf no more,
But fill'd with admiration ftands;

As other painters oft' adore

The workmanship of their own hands.

Thus, after four important hours,
Celia 's the wonder of her fex:

Say, which among the heavenly powers
Could caufe fuch marvelous effects?

Venus, indulgent to her kind,

Gave women all their hearts could with, When first fhe taught them where to find White-lead and Lufitanian dish.

* Portugal.

Love

Love with white-lead cements his wings:
White-lead was fent us to repair
Two brightest, brittleft, earthly things,
A lady's face, and China-ware.

She ventures now to lift the fash;
The window is her proper sphere:
Ah, lovely nymph! be not too rash,
Nor let the beaux approach too near.
Take pattern by your fifter ftar:

Delude at once and blefs our fight;
When you are feen, be feen from far,
And chiefly chule to fhine by night.
But art no longer can prevail,

When the materials all are gone; The best mechanic hand muft fail, Where nothing 's left to work upon.

Matter, as wife logicians fay,

Cannot without a form subsist;

And form, fay I as well as they,
Muft fail, if matter brings no grift.

And this is fair Diana's cafe;

For all aftrologers maintain,

Each night a bit drops off her face,
When mortals fay fhe 's in her wane :

While Partridge * wifely fhews the cause
Efficient of the moon's decay,

That Cancer with his poisonous claws

Attacks her in the milky way:

Partridge and Gadbury wrote each an ephemeris.

But Gadbury, in art profound,
From her pale cheeks pretends to fhew,
That fwain Endymion is not found,
Or elfe that Mercury's her foe.

But, let the cause be what it will,
In half a month fhe looks fo thin,
That Flamsteedt can, with all his fkill,
See but her forehead and her chin.

Yet, as the waftes, fhe grows difcreet,
Till midnight never fhews her head:
So rotting Celia strolls the street,
When fober folks are all a-bed:

For fure, if this be Luna's fate,
Poor Celia, but of mortal race,,

In vain expects a longer date

To the materials of her face.

When Mercury her treffes mows,

To think of black-lead combs is vain;

No painting can reftore a nofe,

Nor will her teeth return again.

Ye powers, who over love prefide!
Since mortal beauties drop fo foon,
If ye would have us well fupply'd,

Send us new nymphs with each new moon !

A young fhepherd, of whom Diana was feigned to be enamoured.

↑ John Flamsteed, the celebrated aftronomer royal.

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