To fhew I don't flinch, fill the bowl up again; What stabs and what cuts, what clattering of sticks AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG BROCADOS and damasks, and tabbies, and gawfes, *Irifh for a woman. +Daggers or fhort-fwords, Propofal for the universal use of Irish manufactures, for which Waters the printer was feverely profecuted. Though VOL. I. 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 fpite of his deanfhip 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 carcafe, 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 fhop-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, Our noble grand jury, When they faw 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 deanfhip and journeyman Waters. This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning, And before corum nobus so oft' has been call'd, Henceforward fhall print neither pamphlets nor linen, And, if fwearing can do't, fhall be fwingingly mawl'd: 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. WHEN 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, Down from her window in the sky, Her spots are gone, her vifage clears. 'Twixt earthly females and the maon If Celia should appear too foon, To fee her from her pillow rife, All reeking in a cloudy steam, Crack'd lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes, Three colours, black, and red, and white, For instance, when the lily kips All her complexion fafe and found; The black, which would not be confin'd, Leaving the fiery red behind, And mingles in her muddy cheeks. But Celia can with ease reduce, She knows her early But fill'd with admiration ftands; As other painters oft' adore The workmanship of their own hands. Thus, after four important hours, Venus, indulgent to her kind, Gave women all their hearts could with, When first the taught them where to find White-lead and Lufitanian * dish. Love with white-lead cements his wings: Delude at once and blefs our fight; But art no longer can prevail, When the materials all are gone; The best mechanic hand must fail, Where nothing 's left to work upon. Matter, as wife logicians fay, Cannot without a form subsist; And form, fay I as well as they, And this is fair Diana's cafe; For all aftrologers maintain, Each night a bit drops off her face, When mortals fay the 's in her wane : 崇 While Partridge wifely fhews the cause Efficient of the moon's decay, That Cancer with his poisonous claws Partridge and Gadbury wrote each an ephemeris. |