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E. of D OR SET.
HO' Artemifia talks, by fits,
Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;
And wear a cleaner fmock.
Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Are oddly join'd by fate:
On her large fquab you find her spread,
That lies and ftinks in ftate.
She wears no colours (fign of grace)
All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,
And masculine her ftride.
So have I feen, in black and white
A ftately, worthless animal,
PHRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open fhe was, and unconfin'd,
Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
At length fhe turns a Bride:
In di'monds, pearls, and rich brocades,
And flutters in her pride.
So have I known thofe Infects fair
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare)
vary shapes and dyes;
Still gain new Titles with new forms
First grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,
Are better than the Bishop's bleffing.
A Chryfoftom to smooth thy band in.
The Polygott-three parts,-my text,
now to my next.
Lo here the Septuagint,
To fum the whole,the clofe of all