Postscript.
The various beauties which from Labor spring,
The willing muse, in artleſsverse, would sing:
But nobler motives lay a stronger claim,
Important duties[1] damp the Muse's flame,
Or She'd a tale unfold!
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What beauteous works from Ores refin'd arise,
To grace the head and neck, and charm the eyes;
To grace the hands, and feet, the coat, and vest,
And ornament our Beltes and Beaux, full drest;
The orient Pearls, and blazing Diamonds, feel
Their lustre, oft, outvied by polish'd Steel.
Witneſs each sparkling plume and radiant zone,
Some years ago, that grac'd Britannia's throne;
The epaulets, the Star the Prince then wore,
And full plum'd Crest, that George Augustus bore;[2]
Then tens of thousands hail'd the jocund day,
And taste and fashion, bore the palm away.
