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MUNDUS MULIEBRIS, SELECTION, by                    
First Line: In pin-up ruffles now she flaunts
Last Line: Does with her vanity confound.
Subject(s): Clothing & Dress; Hands; Women


In Pin-up Ruffles now she flaunts,
About her Sleeves are Engageants:
Of Ribbon, various Echelles,
Gloves trimm'd, and lac'd as fine as Nell's.
Twelve dozen Martial, whole, and half,
Of Jonquil, Tuberose, don't laugh
Frangipan, Orange, Violett,
Narcissus, Jassemin, Ambrett:
And some of Chicken skin for night,
To keep her Hands plump, soft, and white:
Mouches for pushes, to be sure,
From Paris the tre-fine procure,
And Spanish Paper, Lip, and Cheek,
With Spittle sweetly to belick:
Nor therefore spare in the next place,
The Pocket Sprunking Looking-Glass;
Calembuc Combs in Pulvil case,
To set, and trim the Hair and Face:
And that the Cheeks may both agree,
Plumpers to fill the Cavity.
The Settee, Cupee place aright,
Frelange, Fontange, Favorite;
Monte la haut, and Palisade,
Sorti, Flandan, (great helps to Trade)
Burgoigne, Jardine, Cornett,
Frilal next upper Pinner set,
Round which it does our Ladies please
To spread the Hood call'd Rayonnes:
Behind the Noddle every Baggage
Wears bundle Choux, in English Cabbage.
Nor Cruches she, nor Confidents,
Nor Passagers nor Bergers wants;
And when this Grace Nature denies,
An Artificial Tour supplies;
All which with Meurtriers unite,
And Creve-Coeurs silly Fops to smite,
Or take in Toil at Park or Play,
Nor Holy Church is safe, they say,
Where decent Veil was wont to hide
The modest Sex Religious Pride;
Lest these yet prove too great a Load,
'Tis all compris'd in the Commode;
Pins tipt with Diamond Point, and head,
By which the Curls are fastened,
In radiant Firmament set out,
And over all the Hood sur-tout:
Thus Face that Erst near head was plac'd
Imagine now about the Wast,
For Tour on Tour, and Tire on Tire,
Like Steeple Bow, or Grantham Spire,
Or Septizonium once at Rome,
(But does not half so well become
Fair Ladies Head) you here behold
Beauty by Tyrant Mode controll'd.
The graceful Oval, and the Round,
This Horse Tire does quite confound;
And Ears like Satyr, Large and Raw,
And bony Face, and hollow Jaw;
This monstrous Dress does now reveal
Which well plac'd Curles did once conceal.
Besides all these, 'tis always meant
You furnish her Appartment,
With Moreclack Tapistry, Damask Bed,
Or Velvet richly embroidered:
Branches, Brasero, Cassolets,
A Cofre-fort, and Cabinets,
Vasas of Silver, Porcelan, store
To set, and range about the Floor:
The Chimney Furniture of Plate,
(For Iron's now quite out of date:)
Tea-Table, Skreens, Trunks, and Stand,
Large Looking-Glass richly Japan'd,
An hanging Shelf, to which belongs
Romances, Plays, and Amorous Songs;
Repeating Clocks, the hour to show
When to the Play 'tis time to go,
In Pompous Coach, or else Sedan'd
With Equipage along the Strand,
And with her new Beau Foppling mann'd.
A new Scene to us next presents,
The Dressing-Room, and Implements,
Of Toilet Plate Gilt, and Emboss'd,
And several other things of Cost:
The Table Miroir, one Glue Pot,
One for Pomatum, and what not?
Of Washes, Unguents, and Cosmeticks,
A pair of Silver Candlesticks;
Snuffers, and Snuff-dish, Boxes more,
For Powders, Patches, Waters store,
In silver Flasks, or Bottles, Cups
Cover'd, to open, to wash Chaps;
Nor may Hungarian Queen's be wanting,
Nor store of Spirits against fainting:
Of other waters rich, and sweet,
To sprinkle Handkerchief is meet;
D'Ange, Orange, Mill-Fleur, Myrtle,
Whole Quarts the Chamber to bequirtle:
Of Essence rare, & le meilleure
From Rome, from Florence, Montpellier,
In Filgran Casset to repel,
When Scent of Gousset does rebel,
Though powder'd Allom be as good
Well strew'd on, and well understood;...

Nor here omit the Bob of Gold
Which a Pomander Ball does hold,
This to her side she does attach
With Gold Crochet, or French Pennache,
More useful far then Ferula,
For any saucy Coxcombs Jaw:
A graceful Swing to this belongs,
Which he returns in Cringe, and Songs,
And languishings to kiss the hand,
That can Perfumed blows command...

Gold is her Toothpick, Gold her Watch is,
And Gold is every thing she touches
But tir'd with numbers I give o're,
Arithmetick can add no more,
Thus Rigg'd the Vessel, and Equipp'd,
She is for all Adventures Shipp'd,
And Portion e're the year goes round,
Does with her Vanity confound.





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