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And, just as humour rose or fell,
By turns a flattern or a belle ;
'Tis true she dress’d with modern grace,
Half naked at a ball or race;
But when at home, at board or bed,
Five greafy night-caps wrap'd her head.
Could so much beauty condescend
To be a dull domestic friend?
Could

any

curtain lectures bring
To decency so fine a thing ?
In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting i
By day, 'twas gadding or coquetțing.
Fond to be seen, the kept a bevy
Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy;
The 'squire and captain took their stations,
And twenty other near relations ;
Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke
A figh in suffocating linoke ;
While all their hours were pass'd between
Insulting repartee or spleen.

Thus as her faults each day were known,
He thinks her features coarser grown;
He fancies every vice The Thews,
Or thins her lip, or points her nose :
Whenever rage or envy rise,
How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes ;
He knows not how, but so it is,
Her face is grown a knowing phyz ;

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And, though her fops are wondrous civil, He thinks her ugly as the devil.

Now, to perplex the ravell’d nooze,
As each a different way pursues,
While sullen or loquacious strife
Promised to hold them on for life,
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower :
Lo! the small pox, whose horrid glare
Levell’d its terrors at the fair ;
And, rifling every youthful grace,
Left but the remnant of a face.

The glass, grown hateful to her fight, Reflected now a perfect fright: Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes. In vain she tries her paste and creams, To smooth her skin, or hide its seams; Her country beaux and city cousins, Lovers no more, flew off by dozens : The 'squire himself was seen to yield, And ev’n the captain quit the field.

Poor madam now condemn’d to hack
The rest of life with anxious Jack,
Perceiving others fairly flown,
Attempted pleasing him alone,
Jack soon was dazzled to behold
Her present face furpass the old;

With modesty her cheeks are dy'd,
Humility displaces pride;
For taudry finery is seen
A person ever neatly clean :
No more presuming on her sway,
She learns good-nature every day ;
Serenely gay, and strict in duty,
Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.

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NEW SIMILE

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MANNER OF SWIFT,

LONG had I fought in vain to find
A likeness for the scribbling kind ;
The modern fcribbling kind, who write,
In wit, and sense, and nature's spite :
'Till reading, I forgot what day on,
A chapter out of Took's Pantheon,
I think I met with something there,
To suit my purpose to a hair ;
But let us not proceed too furious,
First please to turn to God Mercurius !
You'll find him pictur'd at full length
In book the second, page the tenth :
The stress of all my proofs on him I lay,
And now proceed we to our fimile.

Imprimis, pray observe his hat, , Wings upon either side---mark that.

Well ?

Well! what is it from thence we gather?
Why these denote a brain of feather.
A brain of feather ! very right,
With wit that's flighty, learning light;
Such as to modern bard's decreed ;
A just comparison,-proceed.

In the next place, his feet peruse,
Wings grow again from both his shoes;
Design'd, no doubt, their part to bear,
And waft his godship through the air ;
And here my fimile unites,
For in modern poet's flights,
I'm sure it may be justly said,
His feet are useful as his head.

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Lastly, vouchsafe t'observe his hand,
Fill'd with a snake-incircled wand;
By classic authors, term'd caduceus,
And highly fam'd for several uses.
To wit-most wond'rously endu'd,,
No poppy water half so good;
For let folks only get a touch,
Its soporific virtue's such,
Though ne'er so much awake before,
That quickly they begin to snore.
Add too, what certain writers tell,
With this he drives men's fouls to hell.

Now to apply, begin we then; His wand's a modern author's pen ;

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