Venus, indulgent to her Kind, Gave Women all their Hearts could with, When first she taught them where to find * White Lead and Lufitanian Dish. Love with white Lead cements his Wings; She ventures now to lift the Safh, Ah, lovely Nymph! be not too rash, Take Pattern by your Sifter Star; Delude at once, and bless our Sight; When you are seen, be feen from far; And chiefly chufe to shine by Night. Bur * Portugal, But, Art no longer can prevail, When the Materials all are gone; The best Mechanick Hand must fail, Where nothing's left to work upon, Matter, as wife Logicians fay, Cannot without a Form fubfift; And Form, fay I as well as they, Muft fail, if Matter brings no Grift. And this is fair Diana's Cafe ; Each Night, a Bit drops off her Face, While Partrige wifely fhews the Caufe But Gadbury, in Art profound, From her pale Cheeks pretends to show, That Swain Endymion is not found; Or elfe, that Mercury's her Foe. But, let the Cause be what it will, In half a Month she looks fo thin, That Flamstead can, with all his Skill, See but her Forehead and her Chin. Yet, as she wastes, she grows discreet, For fure if this be Luna's Fate, In vain expects a longer Date To the Materials of her Face. To think of black Lead Combs is vain No Painting can restore a Nose, Nor will her Teeth return again. Ye Pow'rs, who over Love prefide! If Since Mortal Beauties drop fo foon, you would have us well supply'd, Send us new Nymphs with each new Moon. AN AN ELEG Y On the much lamented Death of Mr. Demar, the famous rich Ufurer, who died the Sixth of July, 1720. K Written in the Year 1720. NOW all Men by these Prefents, Death the Tamer By Mortgage hath fecur'd the Corps of Demar; Pluto the God of Wealth, will joy to know He walk'd the Streets, and wore a thread-bare Cloak: And And by his Looks, had he held out his Palms, He might be thought an Object fit for Alms He us'd 'em full as kindly as himself. WHERE'ER he went he never faw his Betters; Lords, Knights and Squires, were all his humble Debtors; And under Hand and Seal, the Irish Nation He that cou'd once have half a Kingdom bo upon OH London Tavern! Thou haft loft a Friend, Tho' in thy Walls he ne'er did Farthing spend : He touch'd the Pence when others touch'd the Pot; The Hand that fign'd the Mortgage paid the Shot. OLD as he was, no vulgar known Disease On him could ever boast a Pow'r to seize; But |