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By some great Pencil to the Life express'd,
And in that Ages Form Precisely Dress'd.
O! charming Salisbury, of Tufton's Race,
Thou Soul Celestial, with an Angel's Face,
Could the long Order of the sleeping Fair,
Freed from Death's Chain, once more breath Vital Air,
With Envy would they blush, with Rage to See,
Their Fashions foils to Thine; themselves to Thee.
And in that Ages Form Precisely Dress'd.
O! charming Salisbury, of Tufton's Race,
Thou Soul Celestial, with an Angel's Face,
Could the long Order of the sleeping Fair,
Freed from Death's Chain, once more breath Vital Air,
With Envy would they blush, with Rage to See,
Their Fashions foils to Thine; themselves to Thee.
Our next unhappy Stuarts pav'd the Way,
For Caledonian Dames to come in play;
Beauties that shifted hardly once a Week,
For Cleanliness, alas! to them was Greek!
Now follow'd Canting Puritans in Shoals,
Who spoil'd our Bodies, as they damn'd our Souls;
For Caledonian Dames to come in play;
Beauties that shifted hardly once a Week,
For Cleanliness, alas! to them was Greek!
Now follow'd Canting Puritans in Shoals,
Who spoil'd our Bodies, as they damn'd our Souls;
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