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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 spite 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 carcase, 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
To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire ;
Therefore I assure ye,
Our noble grand jury, When they saw the dean's book, they were in a great fury: They would buy English filks for their wives and their
daughters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning,
And before corum nobus so oft' has been callid, Henceforward shall print neither pamphlets nor linen, * And, if swearing can do't, shall be swingingly mawld: 5
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 deanship and journeyman Waters.
THE PROGRESS OF BEAUTY.
HEN firft Diana leaves her bed,
Vapours and steams her look disgrace, A frowzy dirty-colour'd red
Sits on her cloudy wrinkled face :
Her artificial face appears
Her spots are gone, her visage clears. 'Twixt earthly females and the moon
All parallels exactly run :
Alas, the nymph would be undonc !
All reeking in a cloudy steam,
Poor Strephon! how would he blaspheme !
So graceful in their proper place, Remove them to a different scite, They form a frightful hideous face :
For instance, when the lily skips
Into the precinets of the rose, And takes poffeffion of the lips,
Leaving the purple to the nose:
All her complexion safe and sound;
"Though still in sight, had chang’d their ground. The black, which would not be confind,
A more inferior station seeks, Leaving the fiery red behind,
And mingles in her muddy cheeks. But Celia can with ease 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 self no more,
But fill'd with admiration stands; As other painters oft'adore
The workmanship of their own hands.
Celia's the wonder of her fex :
Could cause such marvelous effects :
Gave women all their hearts could wish,
Love Love with white-lead cements his wings :
White-lead was sent us to repair Two brightest, brittlest, 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 sister star :
Delude at once and bless our fight; When you are seen, be seen from far,
And chiefly chule to thine by night. But art no longer can prevail,
When the materials all are gone ; The best mechanic hand inuft fail,
Where nothing 's left to work upoii. Matter, as wise logicians say,
Cannot without a form subfift; And form, say I as well as they,
Must fail, if matter brings no gris. And this is fair Diana's case;
For all aftrologers maintain, Each night a bit drops off ber face,
When mortals say she is in her wane :
Efficient of the moon's decay,
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 swain Endymion* is not found,
Or else that Mercury's her foe. But, let the caufe be what it will,
In half a month the looks so thin, That Flamsteed † can, with all his skill,
See but her forehead and her chin. Yet, as she wastes, she grows discreet,
Till midnight never thews her head :: So rotting Celia strolls the street,
When fober folks are all a-bed: For sure, 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;
Nor will her teeth return again.
would have us well fupply'd,
* A young shepherd, of whom Diana was feigned to be enamoured.
† John Flamsteed, the celebrated astronomer roya).
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