The Tortoiſe here and Elephant unite,
Transform'd to Combs, the ſpeckled and the white.
Here Files of Pins extend their ſhining Rows,
Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux.
Now awful Beauty puts on all its Arms;
The Fair each moment riſes in her Charms,
Repairs her Smiles, awakens ev'ry Grace,
And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face;
Sees by Degrees a purer Bluſh ariſe,
And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes.
The buſy Sylphs ſurround their darling Care;
Theſe ſet the Head, and thoſe divide the Hair,
Some fold the Sleeve, while others plait the Gown;
And Betty's prais'd for Labours not her own.
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