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To your bright Eyes I consecrate my Lays,
Infpir'd and warm'd by Their Celestial Rays;
Leave your Basset, your Sermons, and your Tea,
And listen to the Rules prescrib'd by Me.

When, undisturb'd with Spleen, you then design
At Court, the Play, or in the Ring to shine,
Betimes, O Nymphs! to your Toilets repair;
And first let Betty Comb th'Ambrosial Hair.

Not all your Locks are equal in Renown,
Red yields to Fair, and Black excells the Brown;
Some ask a plenteous Store of scented Grains;
Some, none at all; and please with little Pains:
Those, wanting Order, scarce endure the Test,
And These, in careless Favorites are best.

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