Found half the charms that deck'd her face Arose from powder, shreds, or lace; That very face had robb'd her mind. grace, Half naked at a ball or race; But when at home, at board or bed, To be a dull domestic friend? Could any curtain lectures bring In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting; The 'squire and captain took their stations, Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke While all their hours were past between Thus as her faults each day were known, He thinks her features coarser grown:/ He fancies ev'ry vice she shews, 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; And though her fops are wond'rous civil, He thinks her ugly as the devil. And, rifling ev'ry youthful grace, Left but the remnant of a face. The glass, grown hateful to her sight, Reflected now a perfect fright: Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes. In vain she tries her pastes 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 e'en the captain quit the field. Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack The rest of life with anxious Jack, No more presuming on her sway, Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty. THE GIFT. ΤΟ IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEN. SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual off'ring shall I make My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Say, would the angry fair one prize A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy, |