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: 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. Now, to perplex the ravell'd noose, As each a diff'rent way pursues, 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 paste and creams Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack The rest of life with anxious Jack, Perceiving others fairly flown, Jack soon was dazzled to behold Her present face surpass the old; With modesty her cheeks are dy'd, Humility displaces pride; For tawdry finery is seen 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, 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, If gems, or gold, impart a joy, I'll give them-when I get 'em, |