THE Progress of POETRY. T Written in the Year 1720. HE Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and fitting ftill, But when she must be turn'd to graze, And round the barren Common strays, Hard Exercife, and harder Fare, Soon make my Dame grow lank and spare: Her Body light, fhe tries her Wings, And scorns the Ground, and upward fprings, VOL. II. K While While all the Parish, as the flies, Hear Sounds harmonious from the Skies. SUCH is the Poet, fresh in Pay, Or ftuff'd with Phlegm up to the Throat, Along the high celestial Road; The Steed, oppress'd, would break his Girth, To raise the Lumber from the Earth. BUT, view him in another Scene, With hungry Meals his Body pin'd, His Guts and Belly full of Wind; His Flesh brought down to flying Cafe And Incumbrances of Food and Cloaths; THE Progress of BEAUTY, W Written in the YEAR 1720. HEN firft Diana leaves her Bed, Vapours and Steams her Looks difgrace A frowzy dirty-colour'd Red Sits on her cloudy wrinkled Face; K 2 Busi But, by Degrees, when mounted high, Down from her Window in the Sky, Her Spots are gone, her Visage clears. *Twixt earthly Females and the Moon, All Parallels exa&ly run; If Celia fhould appear too foon, Alas, the Nymph would be undone! To fee her from her Pillow rife, Crack'd Lips, foul Teeth, and gummy Eyes; Three Colours, Black, and Red, and White, For Inftance, when the Lilly skips So, So, Celia went entire to Bed, All her Complexions fafe and found; But, when the rose, White, Black, and Red,. Tho' still in fight, had chang'd their Ground. The Black, which would not be confin'd, Leaving the fiery Red behind, But Celia can with Eafe reduce, By Help of Pencil, Paint, and Brush, Each Colour to its Place and Ufe, And teach her Cheeks again to blush. She knows her early felf no more; As other Painters oft adore 1 |