So some coarse country wench almost de

cay'd,

Trudges to town, and first turns chambermaid:

Aukward, and fupple each devoir to pay,
She flatters her good lady twice a day;
Thought wond'rous honeft, though of
mean degree,

And ftrangely lik'd for her fimplicity:
In a tranflated fuit then tries the town,
With borrow'd pins, and patches not her

own;

But juft endur'd the winter fhe began, And in four months à batter'd harridan. Now nothing's left but wither'd pale and fhrunk

To bawd for others, and go fhares with punk.

But fome odd graces and fine flights fhe had,

Was juft not ugly, and was juft not mad : Her tongue ftill run on credit from her

eyes,

More pert than witty, more a wit than wife:
Good-nature, fhe declar'd it, was her scorn,
Tho' 'twas by that alone fhe could be born:
Affronting all, yet fond of a good name;
A fool to pleasure, yet a flave to fame:
Now coy, and studious in no point to fall,
Now all agog for Dy at a ball:
Now deep in Taylor, and the book of mar-

tyrs,

Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres.

Men, fome to bus' nefs, fome to pleasure take;

But ev'ry woman's in her foul a rake. Frail, fev'rifh fex! their fit now chills, now burns:

Atheism and fuperftition rule by turns ; And the mere heathen in her carnal part Is still a fad good christian at her heart.

ARTE

HOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits, Of councils, clafficks, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke: Yet in fome things, methinks fhe fails;; 'Twere well, if the wou'd pare her nails, And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride;
Such naftiness, and fo much pride,
Are oddly join'd by fate:

On her large fquab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and ftinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

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 prating thing, a magpye height,
Majestically stalk;

A ftately, worthless animal,

tongue, and wags

That plies the tongue,

All flutter, pride, and talk.

the tail,

*PHRYNE.

PHRY

HRYNE had talents for mankind;
Open fhe was, and unconfin'd,
Like fome free port of trade:
Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And agents from each foreign state
Here firft their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,
Spaniards or French came to her,
To all obliging fhe'd appear;
'Twas fi fignior, 'twas yaw mynheer,
'Twas s'il vous plait, monfieur.

Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length the turns a bride :

In di'monds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She fhines the firft of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.

So have I known those infects fair,
Which curious Germans hold fo rare,
Still vary shapes and dyes;

Still gain new titles with new forms;
First grubs obfcene, then wrigling worms,
Then painted butterflies.

ON

OR, THE

Receipt to form a BEAUTY.

HEN Cupid did his grandfire Jove

intreat

To form fome beauty by a new receipt, Jove fent, and found far in a country scene Truth, innocence, good-nature, look se

rene:

From which ingredients firft the dex'trous, boy

Pick'd the demure, the aukward, and the

coy.

The Graces from the court did next provide Breeding, and wit, andair, and decent pride: These Venus cleans'd from ev'ry spurious grain

Of nice, coquet, affected, pert, and vain. Jove mix'd up all, and his best clay employ'd;

Then call'd the happy compofition Lloyd.

VOL. VI.

K

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