THE

Progrefs of BEAUTY.

Written in the Year 1720.

HEN firft Diana leaves her bed,

WH

Vapours and fteams her look difgrace,

A frowzy dirty colour'd red

Sits on her cloudy wrinkled face;

But, by degrees, when mounted high,.
Her artificial face appears,

Down from her window in the sky,

Her fpots are gone, her visage clears.

"Twixt earthly females and the moon,,
All parallels exactly run ;
If Celia fhould appear too foon,

Alas, the nymph would be undone.!

To fee her from her pillow rife,

All reeking in a cloudy fteam;.

Crack'd lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes;
Poor Strepbon, how would he blafpheme!

Three colours, black, and red, and white,
So graceful in their proper place,.
Remove them to a diff'rent light,
They form a frightful hideous face.

For

For inftance, when the lilly fkips
Into the precincts of the rofe,
And takes poffeffion of the lips,
Leaving the purple to the nose.

So, Celia went entire to bed,

All her complexion safe and found ;But, when the rofe, white, black, and red, Tho' ftill in fight, had chang'd their ground.

The black, which would not be confin'd,
A more inferior station feeks,

Leaving the fiery red behind,

And mingles in her muddy cheeks.

But Celia can with ease reduce,

By help of pencil, paint, and brush, Each colour to its place and use,

And teach her cheeks again to blush.

She knows her early self no more;
But fill'd with admiration ftands,

As other painters oft adore

The workmanship of their own hands.

Thus, after four important hours,

Celia's the wonder of her sex :

Say, which among the heav'nly powers
Could caufe fuch marvellous effects?

Venus, indulgent to her kind,

Gave women all their hearts could wish, When first she taught them where to find White lead and * Lufitanian dish.

Love with white lead cements his wings;
White lead was fent us to repair
Two brighteft, brittleft, earthly things,
A Lady's face and China ware.

She ventures now to lift the fash,
The window is her proper fphere:
Ah, lovely nymph! be not too rafh,
Nor let the beaux approach too near.

Take pattern by your Sifter ftar;

Delude at once, and bless our fight; When you are feen, be feen from far; And chiefly chufe to fhine by night.

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.

Portugal.

And

And this is fair Diana's cafe;

For all Aftrologers maintain,

Each night a bit drops off her face,
When mortals say she's in her wane.

While Partrige wifely fhews the cause,
Efficient of the moon's decay,
That Cancer with his pois'nous claws
Attacks her in the Milky way..

But Gadbury, in art profound,

From her pale cheeks pretends to fhow
That fwain Endymion is not found,
Or elfe, that Mercury's her foe.

But, let the cause be what it will,

In half a month fhe looks fo thin, That Flamfteaa can, with all his fkill, See but her forehead and her chin.

Yet, as she waftes, fhe grows difcreet,
"Till midnight never fhews her head::

So rotting Celia ftrolls the street,

When fober folks are all a-bed..

For fure if this be Luna's fate,
Poor Celia, but of mortal race,

In vain expects a longer date

To the materials of her face.

When

When Mercury her treffes mows,

To think of black-lead combs is vain : No painting can restore a nofe,

Nor will her teeth return again.

Ye powers, who over love prefide!
Since mortal beauties drop fo foon,
If you would have us well supply'd,
Send us new nymphs with each new moon.

AN

ELE
E G Y

On the much lamented death of Mr DEMAR, the famous rich Ufurer, who died the fixth of July, 1720.

Written in the Year 1720.

KNOW all men by these presents, death the tamer
By mortgage hath fecur'd the corpfe of Demar;
Nor can four hundred thousand Sterling pound
Redeem him from his prifon under ground.
His heirs might well, of all his wealth poffeft,
Beftow to bury him one iron cheft.

Plutus, the God of wealth, will joy to know
His faithful steward in the fhades below.

He walk'd the streets, and wore a thread-bare

cloak;

He din'd and fup't at charge of other folk;

And