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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

daughters,
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters.
Whoever our trading with England would hinder,

To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire ;
Because Irish linen will soon turn to tinder,
And wool it is greasy, and quickly takes fire.

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

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.

1720. WH

HEN firft Diana leaves her bed,

Vapours and steams her look disgrace, 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 spots are gone, her visage clears. 'Twixt earthly females and the moon

All parallels exactly run :
If Celia should appear too soon,

Alas, the nymph would be undonc !
To see her from her pillow rise,

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 scite, They form a frightful hideous face :

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For instance, when the lily skips

Into the precinets of the rose, And takes poffeffion of the lips,

Leaving the purple to the nose:
So Celia went intire to bed,

All her complexion safe and sound;
But, when she rose, white, black, and red,

"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.
Thus, after four important hours,

Celia's the wonder of her fex :
Say, which among the heavenly powers

Could cause such marvelous effects :
Venus, indulgent to her kind,

Gave women all their hearts could wish,
When first she taught them where to find
White-lead and Lufitanian * dish.
• Portugal.

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 :
While Partridge * wisely shews 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

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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;
No painting can reftore a nose,

Nor will her teeth return again.
Ye powers, who over love prefide!
Since mortal beauties drop fo foon,

would have us well fupply'd,
Send us new nymphs with each new moon!

If ye

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

† John Flamsteed, the celebrated astronomer roya).

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