ABSTRACT
With that assurance we to day address, As standard Beauties, certain of Success. With careless Pride at once they charm and vex, And scorn the little Censures of their Sex. Sure of the unregarded Spoyl, despise The needless Affectation of the Eyes, The softening Languishment that faintly warms, But trust alone to their resistless Charms. So we secur’d by undisputed Wit, Disdain the damning Malice of the Pit, Nor need false Arts to set great Nature off, Or studied Tricks to force the Clap and Laugh. Ye Wou’d-be-Criticks, you are all undone, For here’s no Theam for you to work upon. Faith seem to talk to Jenny, I advise, Of who likes who, and how Love’s Markets rise. Try these hard Times how to abate the Price; Tell her how cheap were Damsels on the Ice. ’Mongst City-Wives, and Daughters that came there, How far a Guinny went at Blanket-Fair.1
