How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most. [Lat., Che quant' era piu ornata, era piu brutta.]

After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.

A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility,-- Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.

A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.