WHY will young @3Flavia,@1 all-accomplisht Fair, Curl, powder, stick with Gems her jetty Hair? Swell with a Hoop her painted Peacock-Tail, Big as a vaulted Dome, or bellying Sail? Why twinkle Diamonds on that snowy Breast, Why are those faultless Limbs in Velvets drest? Let @3Bestia@1 patch and trick her out with Art, In Crape or Cotton Beauty strikes the Heart: What if too Gold adorn the artless Frame, A @3Titian@1's glowing Tints are still the same; Rich Spice ne'er loses its Perfumes or Sweets, Tho' wrapt in dull @3Lauraster@1's Birthday Sheets: Arts that embellish Life none discommend, If duly check'd to no Excess they tend: The Peer should differ from gross, unbred Swain, Gay, but not glittering; polite, but plain. Thus @3Raphael@1 joins Simplicity with Grace, Beauteous, not glaring is each Limb and Face, While artless Dawbers think they gain the Prize, Who tire with Gems and Silks the dazled Eyes. |