At the Hague in her slippers and hair as the mode is,
At Paris all falbalowd fine as a goddess,
censuring London in smock sleeves and bodice.
She orderd affairs that few people could tell
In what part about her that mixture did dwell
Of Frow, or
Mistress, or Mademoiselle.
For her surname and race let the heralds een answer;
Her own proper worth was enough to advance
And he who liked her, little valued her grandsire.
But from what house so ever her lineage may come
I wish my own Jinny but out of her tomb,
Tho all her
relations were there in her room.
Of such terrible beauty she never could boast
As with absolute sway oer all hearts rules the roast
J bawls out to the chair for a toast;
But of good household features her person was made,
Nor by faction cried up nor of censure afraid,
her beauty was rather for use than parade.
Her blood so well mixt and flesh so well pasted
That, tho her youth faded, her comeliness lasted;
blue was wore off, but the plum was well tasted.
Less smooth than her skin and less white than her breast
Was this polished stone beneath which she
Stop, reader, and sigh while thou thinkst on the rest.
With a just trim of virtue her soul was endued,
Not affectedly pious nor secretly lewd
She cut even between
the coquette and the prude.
Her will with her duty so equally stood
That, seldom opposd, she was commonly good,
And did pretty
well, doing just what she would.
Declining all power she found means to persuade,
Was then most regarded when most she obeyd,
mistress in truth when she seemd but the maid.
Such care of her own proper actions she took
That on other folks lives she had no time to look,
and praise were struck out of her book.
Her thought still confind to its own little sphere,
She minded not who did excel or did err
But just as the
matter related to her.
Then too when her private tribunal was reard
Her mercy so mixd with her judgment appeard
foes were condemnd and her friends always cleard.
Her religion so well with her learning did suit
That in practice sincere, and in controverse mute,
she knew better to live than dispute.
Some parts of the Bible by heart she recited,
And much in historical chapters delighted,
But in points
about Faith she was something short sighted;
So notions and modes she referd to the schools,
And in matters of conscience adherd to two rules,
advise with no bigots, and jest with no fools.
And scrupling but little, enough she believd,
By charity ample small sins she retrievd,
And when she had
new clothes she always receivd.
Thus still whilst her morning unseen fled away
In ordring the linen and making the tea
That she scarce
could have time for the psalms of the day;